It is hard to believe that five months have gone by since I
was on the other side of the world. Part
of me thinks it was just a few weeks since I was teaching English and taking
Russian classes, living in a rowdy dorm; another part sometimes forgets those
experiences are really mine.
I would encourage you to remember our sister Star who put
her trust in the Father. She still
undergoes persecution in her home. Her
parents are not happy with her decision to follow the Lamb, but she is slowly
being allowed more freedom again. Please
lift up her witness to her family and the testimony of her life. Also ask for a steady mentor for her, as many
of the older sisters have taken in more younger sisters than they can handle.
Remember also our friend Justice, who fervently inhaled
everything about the Father while we were with her. Since we left, she has not been growing
steadily in the faith. Ask for her
perseverance and good mentors for her also who can share deep thoughts with
her.
I am afraid that I left you all with a cliff-hanger! How did my time end? Well, if I told you everything that happened,
or even all the important things, you would be reading all day! So I will sum up with a story that spans
almost our whole experience.
During the summer, Callie and I went to a village to help
get ready for English Camp then go into the wilderness and—you guessed
it—camp! Well, the NGO we were working
with did not have all the money they needed in order to go camping. Natalya, our adopted mom, told us that there
would be no money to buy candy for the children. Though Callie and I were sick, and not really
that excited about camping right then (we were thinking, “what have we gotten
ourselves into?”), we did have compassion on the kids. We saw how we had grated
carrots enough to feed everyone for a week, potatoes for an army and bread for
the whole country of Cuba. Kids need
something more. We decided pretty
nonchalantly to give the rest of the money that was on us (over $100) to buy
sweets for camp. So we got sweets, went
through camp and got even more sick! One
of our friends gave us some money so we could get back to the city (thanks
Kevin), and we didn’t think much about the candy.
Two weekends after Thanksgiving we were able to go back to
the village the third time. We taught
English clubs all day about Thanksgiving, sang songs, ate food, and played
games. Later we went to our adapted
parents’ fellowship for a time of feasting and dancing! We were there from seven until one or two in
the morning! A messianic-Jewish group
came, and we danced around in a big circle!
What fun! Well, after dancing, one has to get clean! So we got all squeaky clean and had tea at
three in the morning. It was then that
Natalya told us her story.
She went around to all her friends, neighbors and frequented
businesses for loans to get English Summer Camp off the ground. One man she went to sold meat. She asked him if he would loan her some meat
and she would pay him back after camp.
He said, “No way! How do I know I
can trust you?” “You can trust me,” Natalya said, “I am honest woman! Every time, I pay you.”
“No, no” he said, “I cannot give you meat. Maybe you never pay me.”
“You must help me!” Natalya demanded, “These American girls,
they help me. You can help me too.”
“American girls?” he asked.
“They give me much money for sweets for the children. Surely you can do something.”
Honor in question, the meat man thought about Natalya’s
proposition. “If these American girls
give you candy, I can help you,” he said.
He loaned Natalya the equivalent of $800 worth of meat.
Come to find out, this man felt really bad after this
incident. “What have I done!?” he
lamented. He pondered how his business
was going to survive. $800 worth of meat. What would become of him, what would become
of his hairbr--, I mean family? Surely
his business wasn’t going to survive since he was in the negative for such a
long time.
The strong atheist broke down and said, “Oh, Father, I don’t know
what to do!” He knew he had done the right thing, but he also knew that his
business was in peril. His neighbors,
who happened to be brothers in the faith, found out and told him they would be
lifting him up. They also gave him a
copy of the Scriptures.
After English Summer Camp, Natalya went to the man and told
him what she had found out from the Embassy—money still wasn’t there, but it
was coming. He asked Natalya then if
those two American girls were believers.
Natalya said yes. He then
inquired if she, herself was a believer.
She affirmed that too. That made
him think.
Dad really started working in his heart. The day after he had cried out to the Father
and the neighbors said, “We’ll ask the Father to bring money quickly,”
something happened he did not expect. He
went back to work and his friend from a decade ago appeared. This man had once owed him a large debt, but
was incarcerated for many years. The old
friend had come to pay off his debts, of the exact amount equivalent to
$800. From that moment, the meat man
says he started to believe. Now his
faith is firm and his whole family believes.
Our Father can use candy and silly American girls for a
purpose.
One seemingly unimportant act of kindness was used in our
Father’s grand purpose to bring an entire family to Him. While this is just one story that we found
out, I just want to encourage you that how we portray our Dad in all
situations impacts the world. I believe
there are stories like this woven throughout all of our lives, we just don’t
often get to see what our Father has done through the little things.