I had the opportunity to spend last Easter in Rome, where I got to see Pope Benedict the 16th give the annual blessing in person. I felt at that time like I was a part of something important; a participant in an event outside of time. Today I felt that way again.
The church in Fushe Kruja, the church I worked on for eight months, opened today, holding service for the first time. I was there out of respect for the people of Fushe Kruja, but my heart was elsewhere. I would have loved to spend another day in Saint Peter’s Square and to hear Pope Francis give his inaugural Easter blessing. I spent the first half of an hour roaming about the building, avoiding lengthy conversations, and eventually I wandered outside to take some photographs. While outside I saw Sajmir and his wife and daughter coming up the church driveway toward the building entrance. I followed them inside and stood near Sajmir as service began.
About five minutes into Pastor Kurt’s speech, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Begrudgingly, I turned to see who it was, certain that my attention was not really required. To my delighted surprise I was face to face with Osman, the blacksmith who has a shop about a block away from our church. I gave him a big hug and heard him say “Per respectu per Joshus.” (Out of respect for Joshua) Osman brought two of his associates with him. All three men are Muslim, and very dear. And that was when I knew that God had me precisely where I needed to be. Pope Francis will just have to wait.
My friends stayed for the entire service; an experience they most likely have never had before. I would give every day for eight more months to know that three more of God’s children are seeking him in new ways. I am so honored to have been a part of God’s plan in Fushe Kruja.
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Surprises are always blessings–some just better than others, some without the delay in seeing the benefit. What a great surprise today for you–and an instant blessing. Thanks for sharing!