This Holy Week I went to a town about 2 hours away to lead the services. I ended up being inspired by the people I met.
We visited a 97 year old woman who was so gracefull and kind. Another older man struggled to his feet to give me a parting blessing. An older woman who has been deaf for many years somehow was able to hear the guitar music of the other missioner and started singing along. Her daughter was so moved; she was astounded and explained that that song was her mother’s favorite and she had not sung in years.
A woman spent the whole day taking me house to house visiting the sick and elderly and bringing them communion. At the end of the trip this poor woman, who had no husband or land, brought me two baby ducks as she had seen how much I like animals.
Almost the whole town turned out in the pouring rain to walk the way of the cross in the streets. During the reinactment of removing the body of Christ from the cross a teenager was so moved by the image that she cried when the woman portraying Mary held the dead Christ in her lap.
The people in the community decided to have an all night vigil for Holy Thursday. Every family took an hour and the church was never vacant. At 4 am only one woman from her family came but she and I prayed together until the next family group arrived.
The people invited me into their homes for meals. It was such a nice experience to spend time with people.
The whole week the community supported all my activities and were so generous to me.
It is a week I will always remember.