I love it when a group of kids knocks on the door, and after they have finished singing and the owner has selected a Great Controversy (of all things!) from their stash of “free gifts,” they offer to pray for blessings on that house, and the owner crashes in with his own beautiful prayer of blessing for them…
I love it when a simple songs strikes a solid chord because the heart was made soft by a brother’s recent passing…
I love it when the neighborhood kids get excited right along with us, and wait with huge smiles with their scooters and unicycle for us to pick them up each afternoon to sing to he rest of the town.
I love it when those same neighborhood kids tell me all the english phrases they’ve learned in school, while I stretch my poor tongue to make German sounds back, and we all laugh, friends.
It is hard not to love this place.
|we set out|
|that’s my pal there|
|and his harmonica is a big hit|
|surrounded by friends|
|(most of whom have names difficult to pronounce)|
|this is real fun|
|see my friends with the wheels?|
|how beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news…|
August 12, 2011 at 12:49 pm
I love it when simple outreach works in Europe just like it works everywhere else. 🙂