Love my Ladies

Every two weeks we invite the Syrian refugee women to come for breakfast and a morning away from the dismal lives they live. I love to set a fancy table and make special things for them. We are always prepared with several options, depending on how many come and what the situation allows. This week we had 11 women and 10 babies show up! To say there was a little chaos would be an understatement. They fought over the 3 highchairs we have. They devoured every bit of food we made. They chatted and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. They feel safe at the Lighthouse and they feel very loved. It must be worth all the headache involved in even getting there since they have to load up their babies in strollers and carry them up and down subway stairs. It's actually a miracle that their husbands allow them to come on their own; must mean they trust us too, which is huge. Needless to say, with 10 babies and toddlers this week, we didn't have a serious discussion but did get in a quick German lesson with our German partner and it was good. Because these women keep having babies, they are not able to go to school and learn the language so they hardly know how to say "my name is...". Any help we can be in this area is really great. They are such lovable women who have stolen my heart and who I will miss dearly. Even the mention of my leaving causes them to cry and that breaks my heart. I hope and pray that they will continue to come after I leave! I have been a sister to some, a mom to others and a grandma to their children. I love them so very much. May they feel the love of Jesus through my hugs and my tears. It's going to be hard for me to leave them. It's going to be hard for them to lose me. Pray that they will continue to come to the Lighthouse and find the same love that I have offered them. (some are already saying that they will never come back after I leave-I hate to hear that) I'm trying to push Nawal forward (George's wife) and have them get to know her better. She has two small children so it's not as easy for her to get around and talk to the women as it is for me. It's going to be different but as in all places we've left, it soon takes on another form and people get used to the new normal. This is life!

Like I said...Win Some, Lose Some!

This time it was a win! Just shows you can't give up. We had a short term team here and decided to organize another ladies' morning. I called the group on my What's Ap one day, then the next day I called each woman individually, then on the day of, they started texting me saying it was snowing and they couldn't come. I fired back "you better get your butts over here because these women have put on a beautiful spread for you". They said OK, we're coming!! I felt like I had worked so hard just to get them there but it was well worth it. Seven Syrian women came, 1 German and 6 Americans so we were a good group. The tables were beautifully decorated, the food was delicious (mini quiches, cinnamon rolls, pancakes and fruit of all kinds) the fellowship was amazing and there were gifts for everyone and roses for Mother's Day which is March 21st in the Arab world. Our new director's wife, Nawal, gave a power point presentation about the importance of loving yourself before you can think about loving others. She used verses from the Bible to illustrate her points We will meet every two weeks and continue talking about loving your children, loving your husband and loving God. The women all joined in a very lively discussion about loving themselves, self image and what they can do to improve the things they don't like. It was a great morning!

Win some, Lose some

We never dreamed that working with refugees in a foreign country, one that is completely opposite in every way from their home country, would be so exasperating and frustrating at times. Every single Friday night we have a family night of fun and games. Every single week! And yet, if I don't call them and tell them that we're having a Family night, they will not come or they'll text and ask me if we're having something. The same for ladies' morning or any other event that we hold. I must call all of them and let them know. When I call them, their reply is usually "Oh, is it Friday today?" They never know what day of the week it is. They are just like tiny ships on a raging sea, being tossed around in this brutal society (at least that's what they feel it is to them), responding to urgent calls from the Job Center (unemployment office) saying they need another paper stamped by some office that's 10 train stops and 4 bus stops away. Off they go with their babies bundled up and toddlers in tow, braving the bitter cold wind and snow. Or, the school calls them and says their child is acting up and refuses to learn; that they need psychological help. Duh, ya think so? After seeing relatives killed in front of them, people falling overboard in rubber rafts on the sea as they journeyed across, leaving their homes and culture, never to return again. Yes these kids need counseling and help. Families of 4-6 people or more, are living in one or two rooms, barely able to sit around on mattresses on the floor. The divorce rate is high among refugees because the stress levels are through the roof and no family or community around to run to. They feel totally alone here.
Last Friday night was pretty much a WIN as we held our weekly Family Game Night. Over 30 people came and George had flown up to be with us for the day. We also had a small team from the US visiting. We were excited to see how George connected with the people and had them "eating out of his hand" by the end of the night. The kids were having a blast making Valentine's Day cards for their loved ones. It was just a fun evening and everyone had a great time.

Then came Tuesday morning and time for our bi-weekly Ladies' breakfast and discussion. I had called everyone the night before and reminded them. I told them I was making breakfast and that we had a fun craft to do together. I set the table all pretty with candles and Valentine's candy at each place. I had the craft table all ready with beautiful card-making supplies that came from America. I waited and I waited and not one woman showed up! Finally, way late after I had given up all hope, one lady came who is actually not a refugee but has become a good friend. We had breakfast together, just the two of us and had a very nice conversation. We moved a bit closer to spiritual things and even read some verses from the Bible.  She stayed until 3PM so I guess it wasn't a total waste of a day but it sure felt like it. It's just hard gaining any momentum here it seems. We keep plugging away and investing in those that come; trying to understand and empathize with their difficult lives here. And hoping that in the end, they will realize that without Jesus, it's never going to get better!

Tuesday morning

We have "Ladies Morning" on Tuesdays at the Lighthouse. I never know who will show up and how much food to buy. We always start with breakfast together and then have a discussion about all kinds of different topics. Usually we have 6-8 women but today I thought I'd buy enough for 12, even though it was snowy and slushy outside. Every woman has a baby and they all have baby buggies. It's quite funny to see them coming in with the parade of buggies. Today, much to my surprise, 13 women showed up plus a husband who stayed in the kids' area with Darrell and helped take care of the 10 children who accompanied their moms! We had a wonderful morning together, sharing breakfast,

and then gathering for a discussion on hospitality in the German culture vs the Arab culture. We have a German friend who joins us every week from one of the local churches and helps the ladies learn the language and culture. We also talked about greeting people and I was surprised to find out that Germans think Arab women are very rude because they refuse to shake hands with men or look them in the eye. This is very important in the German culture but for a Mus woman, it is a shameful thing (if she's veiled) to shake a man's hand other than her family members. We came up with some ways that women could greet men without touching them and make them know that they are happy to see them. There are probably no two cultures as diversely opposed as the Syrian Mus culture and the German culture. No wonder there is so much distrust and misunderstanding between them. I think today was a great start to the women understanding much better how they need to conduct themselves in this culture. We challenged them to think about things that they are willing to give up in order to be accepted more fully into the German culture. Things that they think are "religious" are often just practices/habits that have been passed on through the generations and have no religious value at all. At least we got them to THINK! I truly adore these women and long for them to know the love of Jesus. Their lives are totally void of love. They are bound up in fear and self-hatred. They hate their lives, they hate life here, many hate their husbands. It's really sad. Jesus is the only possible solution. 

Sweet little Watan

I absolutely love this little boy! His name is Watan which means "country", named by his Syrian parents who miss their country so much. He was born with webbed fingers and toes here in Germany. Other than that, he is totally normal in every way. He has the sweetest personality you ever could imagine in a kid. Recently, he underwent surgery to separate the fingers on his right hand. They grafted skin from his stomach to his fingers. After a week with a cast on his hand, they removed the bandage to find the skin completely dead and black color. We were all so sad as we had prayed for it to be a success. He underwent 2 more surgeries for the same hand and had to have more skin taken from his stomach. His poor parents are so weary from being in the hospital for almost a month. Last Friday night, they couldn't take it anymore so they escaped the hospital (telling them they were going out to eat) and came to our Family Game night at the Lighthouse. I thought it was pretty neat that the one place they wanted to go to escape the hospital was the Lighthouse. When the mom walked in, she collapsed in my arms and sobbed. She had so much pent up grief at watching her baby suffer like this and not being able to express it. Her husband actually told me (when he saw her crying), "Oh, she's overdoing it". I almost smacked him!! All the women hugged her and comforted her and it was so sweet to see how they've all become family at the Lighthouse. Watan still has this huge cast on his arm but they're saying that at least one of the fingers has accepted the graft and the other ones will probably be OK without doing more surgery. Now they will take a few months' break and then have to go back to start the second hand. This family is very dear to us. They come every single Friday night and the mom comes to the ladies' gathering on Tuesday mornings. They. have heard the gospel many times but are staunch Mus. We pray that somehow the love of Jesus will reach deep down into their hearts and they won't be able to refuse anymore. 

Christmas Party par excellance!

December 22 was a day I was dreading. We had invited the whole refugee community that we're in contact with, to come to a Christmas party at the Lighthouse. I was totally overwhelmed at the idea of  pulling off this party with very little help. (basically my husband and one young apprentice guy) I was tired and frankly and didn't have a very good attitude about things. We had an idea of the number that would come because we sold tickets for 2 Euro per adult and 5 Euro per family to attend the party. This at least helped give us an idea of the number to expect and how many gifts to buy for the children. I spent several hours going from store to store, looking for the perfect gift for each child by name. Darrell wrapped them and wrote their names on the gifts. I baked 100 sugar cookies and Robbie, our apprentice, decorated them all. We spent hours preparing the food, although we had ordered the main dish to be delivered. There was still a ton of preparation on our part. As the magic hour approached for the party to begin, I wondered what on earth would transpire. We had a German pastor coming to tell the Christmas story in German. The young people and children would all understand it well. Others would hopefully at least get the gist of it. We had another woman to read the Christmas story in Arabic. There would be dinner served and games, gifts, cakes and lots of chaos for sure!!
By the time everyone arrived, we ended up with 70 people. There were 8 baby buggies lined up down the hall. The children were all dressed up and so excited for the gifts. Even Santa Claus made an appearance and delighted everyone. I felt like everything was so chaotic with drinks spilling and food falling and babies crying but everyone else was having a blast. We got rave reviews on the evening and people seemed to really enjoy themselves. I think they were impressed that every child got a different gift, specially bought for him/her. The very last person to leave was a woman that's at the top of our "hit list". She's a Syrian dentist's wife who lives right next door to the lighthouse. She told me that the best part of the evening was the pastor's "speech". She speaks perfect German so she understood every word. There are some significant cracks of light peering through the darkness here and we feel we're on the verge of some breakthroughs. We're so anxious for our new partner George to arrive and take the reins. It's a fun and crazy ride!

Fun stuff

As I was just saying...one step forward...last night at our little Lighthouse ch*ch, there were 28 people, the largest group we've had to date. We had a guest speaker from America and a translator that did a poor job and missed many of the main points. That didn't seem to matter in the least to God whose spirit was working in spite of all this, in the hearts of 3 people. Before the night was over, all 3 of these people gave their lives to Jesus! This just doesn't happen in Mus ministry. It was a night of celebration! The girl that I prayed with has only been coming for 1 month. Her father was the first person to receive Christ at the LH and the only one until now to be baptized. The place was packed with people and noisy kids. We had a fellowship dinner after the meeting and lots of fun and activity. But Rowan was sticking close to me and literally begging to know more and go somewhere quiet so we could talk. She said her heart was pounding while the guy was preaching (in English which she doesn't understand and with poor translation!) This is what it means for the Holy Spirit to open people's eyes and heart to the truth. He will do his work in spite of us! We finally were able to get the kids out of the one room and sit to talk in depth. She was so ready and wanting Jesus in her life. I explained a few things and she prayed to ask him into her life. I feel like she is very fragile and I need to care for her a lot in the beginning. I will go to her house and teach her the basics of the Christian faith. The neat thing is that she is great friends with a girl I prayed with 2 weeks ago, the one who lives in our house with us. This has never happened in 35 years of ministry to Mus; praying with two people in 2 weeks. It is exciting and rewarding and also a big responsibility to get them going on the right track. They really know nothing at all. Where to start?? I know God will lead me step by step. At the same time that I was praying with this young girl, Geryes (our Syrian partner) was in the other room leading 2 men to Christ who came for the very first time last night. He met them in the street and witnessed to them and they called him up yesterday and said they wanted to become Christians! They came with their wives and children. It was a pretty amazing night; one that leaves you in awe of how God works in people's hearts and draws them to himself. Pray for these fragile new believers who need so much teaching and deliverance from the demons of Is. that will show up later and drag them back if they're not dealt with now.  We need great wisdom.

A cry for help

One step forward and 2 steps back. That is how it often is in our line of work. We had high hopes for a couple who joined us a couple of months ago. I wrote about them in a previous blog. He was a well-known leader in the Is. world and suffered greatly when he denied his religion to follow Christ. He has been floundering lately and seemingly confused and angry at times. For sure, he has been unfairly treated and even abused by believers. All of this has caused him great anguish and he has fallen away from any fellowship with Christians and attending church. The only people he has not cut off are our Lighthouse staff. Yesterday as we sat in the Lighthouse after having dinner with a large group of people visiting from the US, somehow I found myself sitting alone with this guy and we began to talk. I was shocked as he spilled everything he had stored up inside of him for weeks. I was holding back my tears as my heart broke for this young man who had been so hurt by believers and the church. Just as someone in deep grief doesn't need a sermon preached to them about the sovereignty of God, I knew all I could do was listen to this guy and try to empathize with the deep pain he was feeling. I did tell him that all of us, unfortunately, can point to many Christians who have back-stabbed us and disappointed us and that is why it's so important to keep our eyes on Jesus because he will never, ever disappoint us. He said things that I hope he doesn't really mean. He said ugly, evil, mean things that made me so sad. The bottom line is that he was there, at the Lighthouse, because he says we're the only ones who have not mistreated him. When we finished our conversation, I went into the kitchen and cried. I cried hard and I cried long because my heart was broken for this man who obviously is possessed with demons from his past; a past that's full of wickedness and killing and such evil that it's hard for our minds to imagine. He needs deliverance for sure but until he is willing and asks for help, it is futile. I am broken-hearted for his sweet wife who was led to Christ by her husband. She is suffering a lot these days as she sees and hears her husband denounce his faith and seek revenge on those believers who tried to destroy his life. She claims that these are just words of anger that he's spouting and that in his heart of hearts, he still believes in Jesus and would never deny his faith. I hope she's right. All we can do is pray and love and forgive and embrace this tormented young man. Will you join us in this?

On overload!

This post will not be long. It is 4AM and being awake at this hour must mean my mind is truly on overload. We foolishly started too many new things all at once and it's a bit overwhelming. I just keep telling myself to take one day at a time and breathe deeply. Our kids' program was off to a slow start last week but nonetheless, it's started. We'll see how God wants to grow that. The 3 kids that came felt extremely loved and told their mom it was the best day of their life. Yesterday I started up a ladies' group. I didn't want to do it alone but rather with my Syrian partner, Abeer, but she is in full time language study and will be for a long time still. So I launched out on my own and had 4 wonderful women show up with 4 children in tow. I had set a fancy table and we had 2 delightful hours of talking and laughing together, getting to know one another better. They weren't in any hurry to leave. I think this will grow quickly and I am thinking of ways to turn the conversations to spiritual things. Next week we will do a craft and make breakfast together. Our intern will help with the children so the women can get a needed break. In the midst of starting these two new programs, we had a 2-year apprentice arrive and a 3-month intern so we're also trying to get them well-oriented. We also have a refugee girl living with us because she literally has nowhere to go and she is a wonderful girl who is close to accepting Jesus. She's a big help around the house and at the Lighthouse and will help me a lot when we have non-stop teams coming through Berlin in October and November. Our intern is also living with us. So we are not empty-nesters anymore. Life is just busy, busy, busy these days and we appreciate your prayers for sanity, health and joy in the flurry of activity! Friday night Family Game nights continue to be a big hit and our Sunday meeting is seeing steady growth which is particularly exciting. May we find time in this season, shall I say, our last stretch, to gain our strength by staying connected to the Vine and not withering on the vine.  

full steam ahead...

We arrived back from a 2-month medical leave (for my injured knee) on Wednesday evening at 7PM local Berlin time. Before 8AM on Thursday, we were on the train heading down to the Lighthouse. There was a lot of housekeeping to catch up on. Looked like there hadn't been a woman's hand in the operation for awhile! I raced around inside, cleaning and reorganizing while Darrell cleaned up outside and did a bunch of minor repairs. There was a steady stream of people coming by all day long and we had a good time of talking to them and debriefing with Geryes, our Syrian partner. Friday we headed back to the Lighthouse mid-morning and began to prepare for the Family game night to take place later that evening. I shopped and baked and arranged furniture. When our partners arrived later that afternoon, we flew around getting sandwiches ready, cutting vegetables and fruit and preparing for the games. A huge crowd showed up, including over 20 children. It was chaos at its' best! Needless to say, we realize that we must now begin to prepare a special program for the kids and pray for extra hands to help! The evening was a huge success with several new families coming, all with horrific stories of their journey across the seas to eventually arrive in Germany. After everyone left, we stayed to clean up the cyclone that went through, arriving back home around 10PM, exhausted. We are still operating on jet lag which has been a challenge.
Today was our Bible Study day and it was even more thrilling. There were 9 people present along with Darrel and I. The participation was great and the spirit of God was so visibly present. There was a couple that came who have an unbelievable story. We have heard of the guy before. In fact, he's famous in this country and wanted by extremists who would like to see him dead. He converted to Christianity 18 months ago and immediately got on fire for the Lord, going on TV and preaching against his former religion and witnessing to everyone he met. When his life became endangered, he had to go into hiding and dyed his hair blond, trying to disguise himself. He witnessed to a young Iraqi girl who was very religious and horrified that he had left his birth religion. This man continued to meet with her and eventually convinced her that Jesus was the one and only way. They later fell in love and got married 6 months ago. They are a stunning couple, obviously full of the spirit of God. I was mesmerized as she told me her story. She is the only believer in her family and says that if her mother found out, she would literally have a stroke and die. No one in her family knows about her faith. We exchanged phone numbers and she wants to get together for coffee and talk more. It was an invigorating day, to say the least. The guy has a vision to sing the scriptures in the manner that the Koran is sung. (he used to sing the Koran in the mosque) He has a beautiful voice! We got out our loud speaker system and he "sang" some of the psalms in this manner. It gave me chills. This way of chanting/singing would be a very powerful way of drawing Mus. in and getting them to listen to scripture. Today's meeting gave us great hope for the future and the planting of a church. 

Ramadan is here!

Since many of our activities have come to a halt for the month of Ramadan, we decided to try and put on a few "Iftar" meals. (breaking the fast) The problem in Berlin is that the sun doesn't set until after 9PM so the poor people that are fasting, are about to fall over by then! Until June 21st, the days get a minute longer every day. By next Friday, the eating time will be 9:27. For our first Iftar, we had an Iraqi refugee woman come at 3PM to start cooking. She dived right in and worked unbelievably hard for 6 straight hours. (and she was fasting!) As many of you know, I have a knee injury that is requiring I walk on crutches. I way overdid it on Friday helping this woman and was in excruciating pain by the end of he night. In spite of that, it turned out to be an amazing night and a great success. The last people left around midnight and we were as beat as one can be. It was worth the extra work to see how happy the people were. And the food was delicious! We will have an Iftar meal for the 4 Fridays during Ramadan.

A heart-breaking story

I have recently become friends with a Syrian lady named Kara*. She lives in a refugee camp not far from the Lighthouse. She's come to our game nights, ladies' cooking day and German language classes. Slowly I have been able to find out about her story and it is truly heart-breaking. Her parents gave her to a man 14 years her senior to marry at 10 years old. 10 years old!! The man threatened her father that he would kill him if he did not give him his daughter. Turns out the man that married her was her first cousin. (which is normal in the Arab world) At 10 years old, Kara was petrified of her husband and hated him from the first day of their marriage. She had her first child at 14. She loved to cook and entertain guests as she grew older but her husband hated guests and always embarrassed her in front of them. He was a cruel and crude man. One day she came home to find him dead of a heart attack. I asked her if that was a traumatic thing to find her husband dead and she said it was the happiest day of her life! That was 13 years ago. Kara made the dangerous trip by raft through the sea last year to come to Germany, thinking that her life would be better somehow. She brought her 13 year old granddaughter with her. She's been living in a refugee camp (like a big dormitory) for the last year under miserable conditions. She has to walk 10 minutes to a community bathroom, forced to eat horrible institution food that makes her sick, (most of the time she says she eats tomatoes and bread in her room), has to walk miles with knees that are both rubbing bone on bone. She's been told she needs immediate surgery on her knees but there is no one to take care of her so she keeps putting it off. She misses her children and grandchildren back in Syria and wonders if she'll ever see them again. When she comes to the Lighthouse, she seems to forget her troubles briefly and you can even find her laughing at times. In the photo here, Kara is the one in black at the end of the table. Interesting that when she takes her veil off, she has blond hair and looks 10 years younger. She's only 53 but looks so much older because of the miserable life she's had. Right now we are trying to help her find a small apartment so she can move out of the refugee "dorm" and be able to have her own place to cook and live a semi-normal life. Housing for refugees is a huge problem here and threatens to undo this country. They are beginning to rise up and demonstrate now. One of the camps went on strike and everyone slept out on the street one night. Another is striking against the dining room and the gross food they feed the people. The problems are never-ending and it gets downright depressing trying to help them wade through the complex, difficult lives that many of them lead here.

Mother's Morning

We have been trying to get some traction for months with our Mother's Morning on Tuesdays. Finally some women are starting to come and they love it! We have fun snacks that kids would like, we sing German kids' songs, do crafts and just have a great time sharing life together. It's amazing how much joy the women get from coloring a flash card or learning the motions to a German song. It is also a great partnership between us and the German church. The woman in charge is a German believer that has a heart for refugees and a wonderful addition to our team. It continues to be like "pulling teeth" to get people out to events. Life for refugees in this city is very busy. Most must attend language classes 4 hours a day. There are dozens of papers and red tape to pour through just to be able to keep their residency status here. We keep plugging along, trying to find out what works and what doesn't work! Today at least, Mother's Morning was a success!

A new initiative

We decided to try having a women's cooking day at the Lighthouse on Saturday. Abeer (the pastor's wife) was diligent in inviting everyone she could think of. I offered to go and wait at one of the refugee camps for a lady who said she wanted to come. When she showed up, she had 3 other women with her! 2 Iraqis and 2 Syrians. Off we went on the bus & train and arrived at the Lighthouse just as several others were arriving. We ended up with 10 women and 5 children. The goal was to cook and eat together and get to know one another for the first day. The women don't have kitchens in the refugee camps and many of them had not been able to make food they love for over a year. They dived in and began chopping parsley and mint and tomatoes. They made rice and chicken and hummos. They made a delicious Arab sweet. Most of the women wore the traditional veil on their heads but within minutes of arriving at the Lighthouse, they removed their veils which signaled that they trusted us and felt safe. Because women without their head coverings would never allow themselves to be photographed, I wasn't able to get a picture of all of them but believe me, it was a table full of laughter and happiness as they felt loved and accepted and able to forget their misery for a few hours. It was fun to see them creating and decorating, laughing and crying. Some of their stories are just so heart-breaking. The hopelessness is palpable and there is little we can do to help. I think just allowing them to talk and get out their frustration and anger over their situation was therapeutic. I pray as the weeks go on, we will have a chance to share with them the only hope we have and that's in Jesus. I went home truly exhausted but very happy!

a wonderful sight

Today I walked into the Lighthouse and found people all over the place! Some were standing around the kitchen island, eating leftovers out of the frig, others were sitting talking to one another, having a cup of coffee. Still others were studying German together around one of the tables. It was such a beautiful sight for many reasons. First of all, I had nothing to do with it; in fact, there wasn't a foreigner around (except for two German women who had come to give a class). Secondly, our dream of this place being an oasis for refugees to come to and be able to relax, eat, study, whatever, is finally coming true. Thirdly, our Syrian partner, Geryes, is beginning to feel that he's in charge and taking more initiative. He's the one that invited all these people there! I just love it.

Need counselling degree!

Many of you have followed the story of Henry & Abby as I have shared the ups and downs they have experienced since escaping Syria as refugees. Right now we are in a "down" part of the story. The Lord convicted me recently that I needed to get more involved in their lives and try to help them out of this dark hole they're in. This has NOT been easy; in fact, it's been really hard and time-consuming. I have remained good friends with both of them so I am able to mediate. Basically now, they are officially separated and I have become the middle man for their communication! When they try to talk to each other, they end up saying terrible things and practically killing one another. (in front of their 2 boys) Often they will block each other on their cell phone and call me to give the other a message. The situation is dire and I need a degree in counselling to help them unravel their mess. We are now negotiating the days when she will have the children and the days when he will. They can't agree on anything. If they fail to agree amicably between themselves, then it will have to go to court which would be terrible. Abby is still living in one room and about to go out of her mind with 2 active boys. Henry has found a one-room apartment where he can keep the boys for a couple of days at a time. We really need to continue praying that a small apartment will open up for Abby. There are refugees who have been searching for almost 2 years and have found nothing. The city of Berlin is very over-crowded and the refugee surge last year has caused a true housing crisis. Many Germans will not rent to refugees and as soon as they find out, they immediately stop negotiations. This has happened with Abby on several occasions. This story is far too complicated to go into detail about, but suffice it to say that it is a messy as it gets! Help!!!! I feel at times that I'm in over my head but somehow, the Lord keeps giving me the right words and enough compassion (even though I'd like to give them both a hard spanking) to help them to the next step. Please pray for all involved in this story, especially the two little boys who are so innocent and yet are taking the brunt of their parents' hatred and unforgiving hearts. They have seen and heard too much in their young lives. Thanks for your support through this saga!

feeling helpless

No doubt one of the worst feelings in the world is the feeling of helplessness or hopelessness. Last night at our German Language Cafe, we were packed out with refugee students who are desperate to learn the language so they can get a job in this country and make a life for themselves. After class, no one wanted to leave; they sat around and talked forever as their stories of grief and pain spilled out. We listened and even shed tears with them. Some have been looking for an apartment, a room, anywhere to live for almost 2 years! One young man sleeps in several different places every week, not having anywhere to call home, desperate for a room, even a bed to call his own. We really don't know the system here and don't want to get into the real estate business. But my heart of mercy is breaking over this situation. I told some of the guys last night that God sees their pain and we will pray that there is a breakthrough soon. Things have started very slowly at the Lighthouse but there is evidence that all at once we are going to see an explosion! New people are coming every day. Right now, God knows what we can handle. Pray that the refugees will see God do miracles before their eyes and believe in the one true God and Jesus, his Son. This is their only hope!

Extreme hospitality

We called our new Syrian refugee friends to ask if we could come for a visit. They told us to come hungry because they wanted to make us dinner. Can you imagine that this spread was put on by a refugee family living in a tiny apartment, on a meager salary? We were overwhelmed by their love and hospitality. They kept saying over and over that we had honored them so much by coming to their house! We were the ones who were honored. It felt so good to be sitting around the table with dear friends, talking about life in a dialect of Arabic that is comfortable for us and just experiencing life through their eyes as they told us of their journey to get to Germany and what has transpired since their arrival. This is an extended family who have other members here also. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see the whole family come to Christ one day? Can you start praying for Bashar and his family; that the Holy Spirit would cause them to begin searching for truth? The whole family came to our Christmas party at the Lighthouse and two of the guys come to our Wednesday night German language cafe. We see great openness and potential in this family and covert your prayers too!

Christmas markets in Berlin

I have heard for years about the Christmas markets in Germany; the mulled wine, sauerkraut and bratworst, hot doughnuts and the festive atmosphere. We have been to several of these markets this year and although the crowds usually make it difficult to navigate, I agree that the German Christmas markets are magical! Tonight we went to the market where a huge truck drove through the crowd 4 days ago, killing 12 people and wounding dozens. The place was packed with people but a somber atmosphere prevailed. We ate our yummy food and walked around but it was obvious that no one was in the mood to celebrate. There were memorials set up on every street corner surrounding the market area and right at the place where the truck killed so many. People were weeping as they lit their candles and prayed in silence for loved ones and friends. A church group had set up under a tent and sang beautiful songs and proclaimed words of comfort, love and peace over the dozens of people who stopped to listen to their message. I could not help but shed tears as I contemplated the enormity of loss for the victims families and for this country in general. They were all united tonight at the Christmas market, white and black, Germans and foreigners, Christians and atheists, all singing Amazing Grace and it was beautiful! Too bad, I had a few photos I wanted to include here but they refuse to upload.

Picking up the pace

Lots has happened since I last posted here! We've had non-stop guests for the last 2 weeks and many wonderful people at our dinner table. 2 special friends from Deltona, FL came for a week and painted in the Lighthouse and sewed curtains, along with other misc jobs. The photos are below. The place looks so homey now and the sound problem is much better now that we have wall hangings and curtains around.

The last picture is of our Sunday morning brunch with Germans and Syrians in attendance. Perhaps the biggest news is that Pastor Geryes (not pictured) arrived on Oct 20th! Unfortunately his wife and son had to stay behind until their visa is processed. Geryes felt sure that the Lord was leading him to come ahead and his wife gave her blessing for that. He hit the ground running - on the train home from the airport, he was giving out New Testaments and tracts and inviting people to the Lighthouse. The next day we were all out on the street, in buses and trains, giving Bibles and talking to Arabs. He kept a list of all the names and he is praying for each one by name. Yesterday when I arrived at the Lighthouse, the Arabic praise music was playing and he was walking around the center praying in a loud voice! We are excited to partner with this man of God and can't wait to see what transpires in the coming days and weeks.