“Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.” 2 Corinthians 9:7
Recently, because it’s been so hot, Journie and I made fans to hand out to people as part of our Mini Ministry. It went fairly well. Most people received them with a smile and a thank-you. One of the fans is even taped to our guards’ station.
There was only one person who absolutely refused to take it. And guess who it was: a nun! Yes, that’s right: a nun.
I saw her walking ahead of us, and I thought, surely, one of these are meant for her! They even say, “God bless you” on them! So I hurried ahead of Bjorn and Journie to catch up with her.
“Sister,” I said. “It’s a fan. For you.”
She turned around. Paused. Gave me a full up-and-down look, then turned back around and walked even faster away.
“It’s because you didn’t have Journie with you,” Bjorn said. He’s right. Journie is the best missionary.
Overall, though, I was pleased with how the service project went so we celebrated with a mile-long walk to get some take-out at Max’s.
Afterward, we were too tired to walk back home, so Bjorn messaged a tricycle driver whom we had met about a week ago.
The tricycle driver, E, explained that he couldn’t pick us up because they were not allowed to go outside and work because of a lockdown in his area. He said he wanted to work and earn money because they didn’t have food and were hungry.
We walked back home and put together some groceries for E. Bjorn told E that if he could get to Tagaytay we could give him some food supplies.
E messaged us that he couldn’t make it past the checkpoints, but that he had some ideas on how we could help him.
I have to confess that at this point, my skin prickled and I became suspicious. It got worse when he asked us to send him some money. I gave that idea a hard no.
But then I felt terrible when E messaged that “even my son is disappointed. He’s asking if I get the food supplies you’ve given to me. I said no, because they won’t allow me to pass by. And he said: We are not lucky, papa.”
Open heart. Insert knife. And twist.
But Bjorn is an Adventist superstar who knows everyone, and happens to be friends with people in ADRA, the Adventist aid agency. They told him to tell E to get in contact with his barangay (village) official and DSWD (social services). My knowledgeable cousin said the same.
E later said he had received some food from his barangay but he was afraid it would not be enough. He hoped someday that he would be able to receive the food supplies we wanted to give him.
We hope so, too.