The other day I was
playing pool with my younger brothers. It was late at night, and we were just
messing around. I’m honestly not very good at all, I never have been. Playing
pool reminded me of a time on my mission in Ukraine when one of our
investigators invited us over to play some billiards with him. I was a younger
missionary, and was a little sketched out when we walked in to this pool bar. I
thought, oh well we got to do what we’ve got to do in order to connect with
this guy, and he sure loves billiards. I was surprised to see that it was a
totally different game. The table was quite a bit larger. The balls were all
white, and bigger. Despite this already greater challenge, the pockets were
even smaller than normal. The rules to the game are quite simple. There was no cue ball, but you are allowed to
use any ball as the cue ball to hit another in. You keep score simply by
whoever hits the most balls in. This man Andrei was really good. He sunk shots
in all day while we were just trying to figure out how to fit those huge balls
into the tiny pockets.
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