Steinbox

I went walking on the beach this morning to get some photos and found Parthieban. Or perhaps he found me.

Parthieban was very excited to meet me, very excited that I was an American, very excited that we were both Christian, and most excited of all that I wanted to take his picture.

His family is Hindu and he was introduced to the Christian faith by his uncle. He was kind enough to spell his name so that I could put it on my web site. Although a couple times I started walking away, he happily started walking with me. I was charmed by the simple joy that he held. He said that he lives near the beach. I asked if he was here for the tsunami. He said he was, but that it was only a few feet high (the epicenter of the tsunami was on the other side if India). He asked how the tsunami was in America. I told him we didn’t get it. He seemed a little dissappointed that we did not have that in common.

He enjoys cricket, as all Indian boys do. His favorite subjects are Science and English. He finds math confusing. I have no idea what his faith is really made of or what it is truly in. I hope that his faith is not just a matter of youth that will be choked by the weeds of society. My young friend parted ways with me after about fifteen minutes and I was a little sad to see him go.