In my recent visit to Cuba I felt as though I was a visiting king having been invited to stay in another's palace. Marta and Neyaldo, my hosts, are of noble spirits. Marta has served me and looked after my every need. The food is simple Cuban food, but the table is spread with a cloth and arrayed as a feast. The tableware is set out in its formal arrangement, though nothing matches and most is cracked or chipped. They insist I take my serving first and toward the end of the meal if there is one piece of meat left, which is only eaten with guests, I must have it. They have done my laundry, made my bed, even fluffed my pillow. They have treated me as a king, not because I have money (They know I do not) but simply because I am a visitor. And because they perceive me as a man of God (God knows, by his grace, I am!) Though they may be desperately poor, what they don't realize is that I am the peasant and they are the royalty! What a wonderful privilege to be honored in this way. God forbid anyone take advantage of this purity of heart and kindness. God, anoint me to speak words of hope that will set a course of direction to joy, hope and abundant life for the Cuban people.