At least twenty-three people reported that they had seen Jesus come to them in their dreams! Those people’s eyes lit up like candles when they had been asked about their dream. It was apparent that they had a forever unforgettable touch by Jesus.
Dirty, unsanitary, windowless closets for houses, and a small fireplace outside to cook food whenever they have it. But even though conditions were no way suited for these people’s needs, everyone still was thanking God, praying with intense sincerity.
An old rugged pavilion stood bags of bright colorful fresh fruit! Fruit that our ministry had provided for them. My eyes lit up with the same joy that was in that little old man.
Tears welled up in one man’s eyes as he prayed, thanking God for the kind people who loved him enough to give.
In the distance, more huge smiles approached to greet us. I couldn’t help but be joyful after being hugged by such smiley women and cute little old men! One man with an almost bursting smile welcomed my mom excitedly. Shaking her hands with a tight fingerless grip, he placed a Christmas card inside. I was touched. They probably spent the whole year saving money for that beautiful pop-up card!
They kept stressing over and over, “come visit more!” and “We look forward to your visit the whole year!” They couldn’t have expressed their gratitude and happiness any more then they had… I could really feel that they were truly grateful. Glancing around, I could obviously see how desperate the conditions still were, dogs and cats no doubt have it more than ten times better in America.
Garbage scattered everywhere in muddy mounds, the bathroom was apparently everywhere, which isn’t at all ideal for infected toes.
But even though conditions were no way suited for these people’s needs, everyone still was thanking God, praying with intense sincerity. It convicted me on how I sometimes tend to take the small, and sometimes large things for granted.
The residents also told us how they were worried when they heard about Hurricane Lee, and that they had been praying for America and their sponsors morning and night.
I was so touched by hearing the concern expressed in their voices alone. That night of the hurricane, I had been scared as the water began to rise in our basement, but thankfully nothing important was damaged, I know now it was God answering their prayers!
As my parents talked of heaven’s rewards, I noticed how one man was staring at something in the distance, with this light of joy in his eyes. I shifted my eyes in the same direction. There, on an old rugged pavilion stood bags of bright colorful fresh fruit! Fruit that our ministry had provided for them. My eyes lit up with the same joy that was in that little old man. It gave me happiness as I remembered that someone had been so kind to give them a gift that they will both enjoy and benefit health-wise from.
In fruits so many vitamins and minerals working together to form a pure and perfect gift that only could have been given from God. And if any one is lacking in vitamins and minerals, these people are, they deserve more than just one small fruit bag every month.
They most definitely enjoy it. We then handed out their well anticipated Christmas gift of saris and shirts, which were accepted by each person with a beautiful smile. It was obvious though, that they had less interest in the gift itself, than in the love behind it. Tears welled up in one man’s eyes as he prayed, thanking God for the kind people who loved him enough to give.
After visiting them that day, I can only wonder how it must feel to live without love. But at the same time, I can only wonder how it must feel to live, knowing that I chose not to love, when I had the chance. Give me the first choice any day.