Well that was the quickest week I have ever spent in Romania. I've been back in the UK one day now and already i feel the pull to go back. I sit here in the office and think what am I doing. I know this will fade as I get back to work but do I want it to?
But anyway what a week. To sit in the Church and take part in the service was amazing. It will be like that in Heaven, only Maria won't need to translate! The people are just so friendly, so thankful, so changed by God. When things get tough as the week goes on, I think back to the change among the Gypsy community and it give s me hope.
I knocked down walls and laid paths. Not something I would do here but to just serve God doing things that you really don't like is a really satisfying feeling at the end of the project. To leave behind something for the people to use and be of use is amazing.
The theme for the weeks devotions what will we leave behind. As I reflect on this and had been reflecting on before I left, It's a good question for us all to think on. What do we want to be here of us when we go? For me it's not that I leave my family wealth, or possessions. It's not that I will have a famous name that people will know and talk about for years when I am gone. It's that what I have done and tried to do for God will make a difference in the lives of those God asked me to be in contact with. That is worth leaving behind. Also memories, memories of the times we shared together. For me in Romania being in a team, of all ages, differing personalities and backgrounds is a great experience for memories. We talk about the shared experience, even when there is not much in common with the rest of our lives.
So this last week, I have learned that God uses me again, as a small, insignificant person to do the job only I can. That me calls each one to do their part. No one else will do. So as John Powell writes:
There is an old Christian tradition
that God sends each person into this world
with a special message to deliver,
with a special song to sing for others,
with a special act of love to bestow.
No one else can speak my message,
or sing my song,
or offer my act of love.
These are entrusted only to me.
So as I get back to work and Scotland. I remember all I saw last week. I'll blog a bit about projects when my head is more clear. There was some hopeful and painful experiences.
Until next time.
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