A Church Party About Missions

This past Sunday, the church was busy having a good time together. It was called “Mission’s Sunday.” As I walked in the foyer before Bible class, a couple of members greeted me and hugged me. After that, I saw a group of people standing in front of a display, and I went to check it out. They were representatives of World English Institute. If you haven’t heart of them, they teach English as a Second online, and they also offer an option to study Bible if you want. They are an outgrowth of World Bible School which I have been affiliated with in the past, and I will tell you about later. After talking to me for a few minutes, the people from World English Institute thought I was a perfect candidate to be one of their teachers since I am an English professor, speak several languages, and can teach Bible too. They gave me all the information to go online and try to become one of their teachers. We don’t have internet yet, so I will do it when we get internet which, if we are lucky, might be tomorrow. They also told me there was a missionary wife from Honduras there who was originally from Romania, and I couldn’t wait to meet her. After that, I had to hurry into the auditorium because Bible class was beginning.

Honduras is in Central America south of Mexico./// Bosnia is where the old Yugoslavia was. If you look on this map, You can see England, the small island to the left of Europe, then run your finger across Europe to the western edge of Europe on the line that is there. That is where Romania is. If you go into the middle east from Romania, you cross the Black Sea and hit Turkey, so don’t go too far. The country just west of Romania is Hungary. The old Yugoslavia, where Bosnia is, is slightly south and west of Romania and still border Romania. //Photo by Aaditya Arora on Pexels.com

During Bible class, the teacher was the missionary from Honduras. He wasn’t actually teaching a Bible class, but telling us about his work in Honduras. He and his family had flown up from Honduras especially for this Sunday they were calling “Mission’s Sunday.” He runs a kind of small Bible college in Honduras. He and his wife had adopted two little boys from Honduras, and he had lots of picture of the school and of his two little boys who don’t speak English, but Spanish. After the class, I figured out the lady they told me was Romanian was sitting right in front of me. I spoke to her in Romanian, and she didn’t understand. She was not Romanian, but Bosnian. I think that is part of what was once Yugoslavia. She explained to me that she was Slav, and that the Romanians were Latins which I already knew, but she also added that her culture and the Romanian culture were very similar.

A man spoke who was headed for the northern part of the U. S. A. as a missionary to a place where not many churches exist.///Photo by John-Mark Smith on Pexels.com

After that, it was time for the worship services to begin. They asked everyone who was a missionary to stand up and introduced them. They also decided to introduce me because I have been a missionary for many years, and I have recently returned to America. Even though I haven’t been here long, the announcer got my name right and everything. When it was time for the sermon, another missionary spoke. He had been converted down in South Eastern Oklahoma, and this church had been sending him to preaching school. He was about to graduate from preaching school, and then they were going to send him to the Northern United States to a place where there aren’t many churches.

Everyone wanted to talk about Romania because they realized I was there just as Romania was leaving Communism. They wanted to learn about Communism.///Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

After church services, a lady who was sitting close to me began talking to me because she had lots of questions. She was especially interested in learning about Romania. I was in Romania right after the revolution when the Romanians were just coming out of Communism, and they were really struggling then. Another lady joined us, and we walked to another building where we were all going to eat. They had lots of questions about Communism and Romania.

Some had some questions about S. Korea, but if they asked, it was in connection with N. Korea because Communism is really worrying a lot of people.///Photo by James Lucian on Pexels.com

We had to stand in line to get the food because there were so many people there. The people in from of us turned around and began asking questions too. That was the point of this Sunday party. The members of the church who were curious about missions could sit and talk to the missionaries and ask questions, and I was getting lots of curious questions. A few were interested in S. Korea, and many of them really wanted to know what it was like in Romania right after they had thrown the Communists out. You see, there seems to be a movement in America among the young people to try to bring Communism to America, and the people are really curious about Communism. I am sure the stories I was telling them of what I saw happening and what I saw that had happened were deterring them from thinking they wanted Communism. Anyone in their right might wouldn’t want Communism. The philosophy seems good, but the problem is people. In a perfect world, Communism might work, but people are lazy, greedy, etc., and it causes a Communist state to end in disaster. It is nice to think that everyone would share equally, but they never do. Human nature makes Communism unfeasible.

There was a lady there who had written a book about her dog.///Photo by Lum3n.com on Pexels.com

After I went through the food line, the people who were in from of me invited us to go and sit with them. I went, and somehow, I lost the ladies who had walked to the party with me. I don’t know where they went. There was room at our table, but they didn’t show up. After a few minutes, a few other people showed up. One of the ladies I had talked to before because she said her grandfather was Romanian and had taught her some Romanian songs and a few words, but her mother told her never to use the words her grandfather taught her because they were bad words. There were still lots of questions for me as we ate. One of the ladies said she had written a book about her dog, and I told her I had written a book about Romania called “Escaping Communism” that was online being sold on Amazon, and they were interested to find the book and read it. It is a collection of stories of people I knew trying to get away from Communism in Romania. Sometimes it was actually crossing the border and being in danger to getting shot at, and sometimes, it was staying and dealing with the situation to make Romania better for posterity. There are all kinds of stories there.

I gave in and ate a cupcake, but it was so sweet, and I am not used to anything that sweet, and it hurt my stomach.//Photo by Plush Design Studio on Pexels.com

At the end, the people I was eating with cleared out, and the table filled again with people wanting to talk to me. They kept insisting I needed desert. I am not so used to American deserts because they are much sweeter than the ones I made for myself when I was overseas. I went ahead and gave in and went and got a cupcake. It was so sweet it made my stomach hurt. I was happy I had so many people around me interested in talking to me about Romania. I hope the things I said helped them. When I left, I looked around, and the people from World English Institute and the missionaries from Honduras were sitting at a table together. For some reason, it seemed none of the members were sitting asking them questions like they had been asking me questions. I hope they didn’t take that trip all the way from Honduras in vain. I had actually been very happy that so many people were interested in talking to me and hoped I could help their understanding of the things they had questions about.

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