unexpected circumstances

Tonight, my student Loula and I went to a cafe to chat and hang out. Cornerstone is like-minded, run by Chinese, and had a phenomenal atmosphere.
She poured out her heart for 2 hours while we sipped Apple and lemon tea and nibbled ginger cookies. Loula had been dealing with the break down of a friendship and had skirted the problem and passively allowed 'time to heal all wounds' in what seems to be the Chinese way. Eventually, problems mounted until they imploded upon both girls.
Can I just say it is difficult to give relationship advice to people of a different culture! I know enough to know i don't know much about this culture :). However, I do believe dealing with issues in a loving manner is basic and necessary no matter where you are. Unfortunately, the way we deal looks different in different places...
So I listened and asked some questions and gave advice sparingly. It was a good time.
In the middle of our conversation, another student, Bob, from a nearby University appeared and said hello. I had met Bob on a previous trip to the cafe and recognized him. We chatted and he asked to join our conversation. Bob is a member of the Musl. Minority in Ch.
We chatted for a bit before Bob went to join another conversation. About 30 min. later, Bob returned and asked if we would like to join him for dinner at a restaurant that served food from his region. We agreed and headed out into the cold to Musl. restaurant.
We arrived in 3 min. and Bob made himself at home. We ordered huge, steaming plates of noodles that smelled slightly of horse though the meat was beef. The food was delicious and we talked about bob's culture and background as we ate. Loula was full of questions.
The minority Bob is a part of are almost Middle Eastern. The speak a language that comes from Arabic and most of the people are Musl. To be part of the minority is to be Musl as he explained. Bob has been studying the Word for 3 years because he enjoys the messages in it and the good example set by the Son.
In the middle of our conversation, Bob looked at me with his intent brown eyes as asked, "What is the most important thing about chrstanity?"
Papa is so incredible isn't he. I looked at Loula, who had been reading the word for luck and peace the weeks before, and I looked at Bob. I told him the main thing is believing in the true Identity of the Son and what he has done for us. Then loving him and others as he told us to do.
Bob knodded his head as he slirped up some noodles and i asked him what the main point of being a Musl. was. He talked about the 1st pillar and the 5 daily times of kneeling.
Our conversation continued and I marveled at the incredible way Papa is working here. Surely his plans are far superior to mine.