The past couple days have been full of accomplishments and some downfalls. Yesterday we went to helping hands and had the benefit of deep cleaning the entire building. This was not the downfall. We enjoyed every minute of it, whether it was dusting fans, cleaning every child toy, or scrubbing an entire kitchen. The total process took only a few hours and we got to work with a great crew of people. This included interns from Germany and Finland and a couple from South Carolina. There was laughter and joy the whole day. After we got back to the apartment we were pooped, exhausted we lounged around making tacos and discussing our day. We ended our day playing games of Uno Dutch Blitz before turning in early for the night.
Today we had the ability to serve the family meal at Helping Hands. This included getting up on time and arriving early, for a first, and praying with three staff before the day began. We worked with a crew of 25 to prepare the delicious meal. Many of us, the Greece team, were slicing cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions, while others made fries and sausage. As the time grew closer I found myself, Brad, working in the kitchen. I assisted Bonnie, the wife of the SC couple, in washing dishes before being pulled into dishing food. I gladly jumped on board and worked with five refugees as we fished meals for 160 people. It was amazing having the ability to work with them. There was joking and lots of gratitude. Most of them could speak English, allowing me to understand them. It would have been fine either way because it was blast. When I had the ability to eat lunch I sat and talked with one of the workers, Nick. We began discussing YWAM and the group of dead refugees at the table with us. As it turns out there is a group of refugees that are deaf. Luckily they found each other and have the ability to be a part of a community. Nick described how they normally have a volunteer come in and translate for them. However that person was not able to be there today, so they left after the meal. After the meal there is a message that is completely optional. A pastor from a local Farsi speaking church delivered the message. I did not have the opportunity to hear it. I was again in the kitchen, cleaning dishes. This was of course great because I love being in the kitchen. After the message we began to clean the tables and floor, where some funny incidents happened. I am sadly not at liberty to say.
After we cleaned, we had a debrief with the whole group of 25. During the debrief we discussed the happening of the day. The children learned a story about Jesus, some mothers had great conversations and others said by to a couple of friends. Before we began to pray, the pastor discussed his ministry and outreach. He had just visited a refugee camp where a mosque was built and had a strong concentration of Muslim activists. This caused the two families comprising of six Christians to live in fear. They could not deliver any Bibles or discuss anything Christian related with our possible consequences. There were two members who were baptized in the nearby forest. The pastor asked us to pray for these people, which I ask you to do as well. We prayed for many others and ended our time for today.
When we went back to the apartment we decided to make dinner. Tonight was my night to cook and everything was going well. There were three of us in the small, small kitchen and we were moving pretty well. As I began to finish the first batch of fried chicken, we turned on the oven and everything went black. The power cut out. We were clueless as to what caused it. After going out to eat and getting delicious crepes for dessert we discover a breaker was tripped. We thought it was just a rolling blackout but we were wrong. We had to settle for burgers and not homemade fried chicken. It was rather disappointing. I tried to order the crepes in Greek and just confused everyone so there was some fun in the end. As for now the day is drawing to a close and all I know is that I need to finish this blog. So farewell, till we speak again. Not that your actually having a conversation with me.
P.S. Greece lighting is the team name we came up with. One of us may have been too enthralled with Grease as a child.