The Humble Door...

The last few days have been amazing, overwhelming, and heart gripping, all at the same time.


The entire team has felt such honor and privilege to be counted worthy to serve in such a place of so many stories of brokenness and loss.


In each home visit team members get opportunities to encourage, engage, and enjoy families battling difficulties they never thought they would face in a foreign land. Sickness, loss, unemployment, disability, coldness, sadness, fear, longing, and loneliness.


Today one team set with one family whose only desire was to go back home. Even though they left war and devastation, they longed to be in a place that was familiar, comfortable, and engulfed in their cultural ways.


They miss their food, their homes, and their way of life.


Life is hard for every Refugee now living in this city we walk.


As our team arrived several days ago,they immediately left the bitter cold to enter into a tile & marble like building. Bunk beds for dorms, local food for dinner, and cold showers for cleanliness. At night the temperature drops to freezing and during the day you feel you can never get warm. The language is different, even trying to read a word in Arabic makes the most educated hang their head. We can’t even count in the new language we are being emersed in. - Is this what our fellow Refugee is feeling?


You see At the entrance of the church building we are working is what the locals call a humble door. It is a door that is short in size and requires all who enter to bow low. It is placed on the outside of the church gate so that no one enters without first posturing themselves by walking though humility, brokenness, and lowness.


Would you pray for us today that as we walk through the humble door that we would be sensitive to the needs of those around us in a way that creates opportunity to encourage and bless them?