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As the airplane door shut on my flight home from Honduras, a woman stood and spoke to us in Spanish.

I didn’t understand her words, but my “Chappy sense” quickly recognized her intent. The translation by my seatmate helped too.

“She wants to say a prayer,” said my neighbor, who introduced himself as a missionary.

I know you might expect your chaplain to bow his head and close his eyes. But I wasn’t feeling it.

There was little about this that felt right. So I glued my eyes wide open, determined not to pray.

Why did I take such umbrage?