Romania 2003Back to 2003 index Newsletter FourDate: Sunday 27 July 2003.The strawberry season has come and gone. The cherry season has come and gone. Which means... it's watermelon season! Watermelons are one of those things that Romania gets right. Oh so right. Streetkid antics are often quite funny. (I choose to laugh, not cry.) For example, on a Day Centre outing to a local river I was kicking a soccer ball around with a streetkid. He went for a big kick and slipped in a fresh cow pat. He landed with his hand in the cow pat, so decided to wipe it on the face of another streetkid, then wiped his hand on the front of his shirt. The second streetkid (not surprisingly) wasn't very happy. He wiped his face with the inside of his own shirt (I think so it didn't look like he was wearing cow poo). I just went and got water for them both. (Two days later they were happily sitting next to each other the next time the Day Centre was on.)
More photos are on the web site, and there's also a new prayer request. The next step is pouring the walls. As well as doing some of the driving to Jimbolia and back, I've driven bunches of streetkids from the Day Centre to a local river for the Sunday programme, and I drove part of the way back from Budapest Airport this morning after picking up a team of young people from Scotland. They're here for the upcoming streetkids camp. (I'll be doing lots more driving for that.) Being able (and willing) to drive is definitely very useful. Any more volunteers?
Some of the things the streetkids wear are really quite strange. For example:
I'm told that in Romania people in the Orthodox church are called "Christians" while Protestants and Pentecostals are called "Repenters". My informant says the Orthodox church teaches that people are saved because they have been baptised. If so, they certainly get that one wrong. To illustrate, when we poured concrete on Tuesday, at one point we found that a frog had fallen onto the concrete. Since wet concrete is so bad for human skin and frogs being amphibians rely on having wet skin, I rescued the frog and someone poured water over it. We basically baptised the frog, but afterward it wasn't a Christian. It was just a frog with wet skin. Similarly, going to church doesn't make me a Christian any more than going to McDonald's makes me a Big Mac. Accepting Jesus as my saviour is the important bit. Saturday's email consisted of 18 spam. Nothing else. My spam filters caught all but one, but it makes me wonder what everyone is doing out there. Surely something is happening outside of Romania. -- Ian.
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