Recently a group of pastors and I (David) shared a meal together in a small town in our state.  I am an utter novice when it comes to eating in South Asia.  It’s more complicated than it sounds. The four of us enter a small, dim room in another pastor’s home that serves as his bedroom, living room, and dining room.  There are no tables, chairs, lights, or ceiling fan.  It’s close to ninety degrees out, and I am sweating. The kitchen simmers and crackles with the smells of a generous lunch – rice, chapatti, dhal, and chicken. The men sit.  I have trouble sitting still in a Lazy-Boy much…