A man in the heaving crowd on a railway station in India noticed me, the lone Caucasian on the platform.
He called out to me earnestly seeking engagement.
“One!” he shouted.
I looked at him quizzically. He and his young son intently returned my gaze.
“One!” he asserted, pointing skywards.
I returned the gesture, pointing upwards.
“Yes, One!” I responded with a nod.
The pair broke into wide grins.
Victory asserted over this presumed interloping Trinitarian?
Or rejoicing at a fleeting moment of union with a fellow spiritual descendant of Abraham?
I, an adherent to the mystery of the Trinity, like to think the latter.
Note: the illustration is from a stock photo, not from the incident described
Wondering Pilgrim 