PeterS wrote:
Again, you are measuring Christians as those who have ulterior motives other than a belief in the moral teachings of Christ. But if you aren't following Christ because of his moral teachings HOW can you really be a Christian?
You've never seen me, my brother, sister, 3 nieces, 2 nephews, my two cousins, my Bible study group, or any of my Christian friends in action, have you?
A Christian owned company I worked for a few years back responded to appeals from Missions Network International, a Christian charity organization that runs the Mount of Olives Children’s Villages in Ejido Uruapan, and Baja, Mexico, to sponsor and help finance the construction of a new orphanage.
MNI Mission Statement
We provide and support children from impoverished families, children that are ‘at risk’ and orphans.
We have made a long-term commitment to the care of these children to give them a future and a hope through gospel-centred homes by providing for the physical, spiritual, emotional, social, environmental and intellectual needs.
We believe that God has a good future planned for each of these young lives, lives filled with hope. We are privileged to be a part of this plan.
MNI is a Christian, inter-denominational, non-profit, outreach organization. Its headquarter is located in Lynden, WA. We are governed by a board of directors and have 501c3 status. We also have Canadian and Mexican offices and are able to receipt (for tax purposes) donations from each country.This project was started before I was hired. The manager posted a sign up sheet asking for volunteers from the office staff and plant employees to participate in completing it. The number of people needed was limited for obvious reasons. All expenses paid plus wages for two weeks. Always game for an adventure in Jesus' name, I signed up in time to make the cut. I had little idea what to expect other than what fellow employees who had been there and the pictures they took could tell me.
The orphanage was already livable and in operation. 14 orphans, ages 5 to 15, and 6 adult staff, all Mexicans, were living there. With our papers in order, we went down there to finish it up, tie up loose ends, and complete the plumbing and the playground. Two members of the staff spoke English fluently so we had no communication problems. God forbid the staff were all Christians.
I must say, that was one of the most heartwarming, emotional and rewarding experiences in my life. I had no idea. The Mexican staff were wonderful people, but oh those kids, how special they were. Separated forever from their parents and family (as I recall there was a brother and sister from one family, and two brothers from another), you could see it in their eyes and in the way they interacted with us. The five year old girl was precious. She was too young to understand what had happened to her, but not too young to hunger for love and affection. And boy did she get it, and she returned it in spades. Half the time I had trouble focusing on the job when the kids were around. Tears of sorrow, tears of joy.
When we finished the job, the evening before we left, the cook and the staff served us and the children a Mexican feast. In the morning we packed up our belongings and tools, and prepared to leave, the farewell emotions were intense. The English speaking staff members had taught the kids to say, "I love you" and "God bless you." And of course we learned the same in Spanish. The children gave us flowers and cookies, hugs and kisses. Everyone was dripping with tears.
Marcus, one of my fellow employees was a jolly black fellow, a true Christian, ever a smile on his face, never a harsh word out of his mouth. He and Alejandro, one of the orphaned boys about 7 or 8 years old, became quite attached. Their parting was a sight to behold, a moment to remember. Marcus told me later that thoughts of adoption were in his mind and heart.
We said our goodbys, Adios, via con Dios, te amo, te quiero, hasta luego, muchas gracias, then we boarded the bus for the long ride to the airport. The veterans of the project fared better than we first timers. I, along with some others, particularly Marcus, were physically and emotionally drained, but Oh did our spirits rejoice.
On occasion now, I break out the picture album and reflect on that experience, and my eyes begin to sweat. I pray for those kids, I pray that they are happy and doing well. In Jesus' name, Amen.
What I don't need is some godless reprobate telling me I have no Christian values and am not trying to follow the teachings of Christ.