Well, I spent Christmas this year in Romania! I'm not gonna lie, to me, that sounds pretty cool. Funny thing though, i totally expected a white Christmas, but I think I might have brought a bit of the south with me. With all that said, however, this week was busy. Even the supermarkets overseas are a mad house around the holidays. I was shocked when a small elderly woman ran her kart into me to tell me to boot it...
I laughed so hard...what else was I supposed to do...
What was really amazing this week however, were all the works of service we had the opportunity to do. The team and I visited an old folk’s home, passed out gifts to underprivileged kids, and distributed food to those who needed some help. There was something special about each of these that really touched my heart.
The old folk’s home was like nothing I'd ever seen before, not in the good way...and it was one of the nice ones. A Romanian told us that sometimes they call these places old people orphanages. There were about four to six beds crammed in a little room and upon entering the sleeping quarters with Christmas goodies, the elderly faces lit up! One lady began to cry and said, "I've been here 30 years and my kids have never visited me..." That's why they call it an old people orphanage. All of this was interrupted by the director of the home coming in and yelling at us. Telling us we'd been there too long. She then turned to the elderly and began yelling at them to get them out of the room to hear a choir of kids...who, you could tell by the look on their face, really didn't want to be there. With honor towards the director we kindly left, with shock setting in on how the director had treated those in her home...
One of our girls looked at us and said, "Let's send her a card, honoring her for letting us come. If we honor her, we can share the love of Christ with her."
You know, I love watching kids get gifts. They don't care much about anything else except for tearing into the box to discover what's inside. We put on a little show for them...which I sure was more torture as their awaiting presents stared them in the face...hey, I was a kid once too...and I still wake up at four a.m. Christmas morning, wondering what is waiting for me under the Christmas tree. I wish ya'll could have seen the way there faces lit up as each one discover what lay behind the wrapping.
You know, when we went around distributing food for those who needed a little bit of help, I never thought I'd be in the homes of those who had so graciously opened their doors to us. Home after home I saw familiar faces of those who had invited us to dinner...and I realized how much those around us were sacrificing for us...to welcome us to our new home. Romanians understand works of service, and they know how to be the hands and feet of Jesus. I was humbled by this, and filled with an even greater desire to serve...to be spent for Christ.
These people are the widow who dropped her two cents in the offering. These people are the boy who gave the five loaves of bread and two fishes to feed five thousand. They're the servant that doubled what was given to him. I have a heart for these people and pray that God blesses all of them for all the kindness they have shown us.
Well, La Multi Ani (Happy Holidays). And may God, our great multiplier, be with you all!