2012 Ethiopia Mission Trip - Day 1

One of many coffee ceremonies.

We arrived safely Sunday morning in Addis Ababa after a smooth, 13 hour flight from Dulles International.  Customs moved very quickly and before we knew it, our friends Jerry and Fekadu met us at the airport.  Wanna, Micky and four of the Moriah boys were waiting outside to greet us with fresh, beautiful roses.

We needed to have our accommodations moved from our hotel to a nearby guest house for a night because of a huge pan-African conference being held in the city that had overtaken all the hotel rooms everywhere, by government decree.  Fortunately, we were able to move to our hotel the next morning (Monday).  Following lunch on Sunday, we returned to our rooms to catch some much needed sleep before walking to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

This morning (Monday), we had an opening ceremony at Grace House (Moriah's main house) where we listened to a talk about the ministry and viewed the office setup as we continued learning more about the operations of the organization.  We then toured the house and facility.  That was followed by the traditional coffee ceremony that shows honor to guests (us).

After a break for lunch, we returned to provide many gifts including clothing, sporting goods, games, school supplies, and dental supplies, mostly provided by Trinity UMC members and friends' generous donations.  This was happily received.  The boys particularly enjoyed playing with the American footballs.  This year, there were three of those and they were leather so they will last.



Just some of the games, clothes, and other gifts.



Footballs were fun.

Some of the Best Gifts

Did you ever think about the great gifts you've received in your life?  I know, I know.  It's better to give than to receive.  But, it's also a good and wonderful thing to accept gifts graciously, and sometimes with much excitement.  Such was the case nearly 48 years ago when my Uncle Art gave me the greatest thing a child could receive on her 4th birthday -- a shiny, new, red bicycle.  Within days, those training wheels came off and I was speeding along the neighborhood streets with the big kids.  I was gaining a degree of independence and growing up.  I was a happy gift recipient, and my uncle was pleased at my reaction to the gift he'd given me simply because he loved me.



Note the very satisfied smile.  Uncle Art, the gift giver, sits in the background with my childhood playmate, Debbie, who had just attended my mid-summer birthday party.



Fast forward to the new millenium, about 40 years later, and much the same story unrolled in a far-off land south of the equator and thousands of miles from here.  By this time, I had a beautiful little Colombian girl named Monica in my Compassion family and, on the occasion of her 10th Christmas, I bought her a terrific, new bike.  Until that point, we exchanged fond words through our letters, but after that point, I received more expressions of love than I think I'd ever heard in my entire life up until then.  She wasn't just enamored by the thing she'd received, though that was plenty good.  She understood, even at that young age, that God blessed her by bringing someone into her life from a very distant place who simply loved her, even though we'd never met in person.  Her bike wasn't just a bike...it was love itself. She felt it and she knew it.



Enoche and his father on the day we met in person.



Monica also had an international little brother through my Compassion family.  He lives in Haiti and, like her, was being raised in a family with love but little else.  Usually, he would receive an animal to raise with Christmas gifts I sent him.  One year it would be a goat, another a donkey, and still another it might be chickens.  I met Enoche and his father when he was just nine years old, and learned more about their country, living conditions there, and a degree of poverty most of us don't fully comprehend in America.  So, when he was reaching his early teens, I was heartened to see an expression of love from a father to his son that amazes me even to this day.  When he received the money I'd sent for Christmas gifts for him and his family, instead of purchasing livestock, clothing or other supplies that were surely much needed, Enoche's father opened a bank account in his name and deposited the money for him.  Like our father in heaven, he loved his son so much that he put aside his own needs to provide for his son's future in this selfless way.

Gifts given out of love are something to cherish.  Gifts received in this same spirit teach us about ourselves, our relationships, our world and, indeed, the giver of all good things in life.  Thanks be to God.