We walked one mile from our village to the next, past cornfields and down a gravel road. There we met Victor, a man with little in terms of worldly possessions, but so much passion for Christ he can’t help shouting about it. After talking to him for awhile he lead us back to his tiny one room house located in a small gypsy compound. I was immediately taken aback. Laundry hung drying on barb wire fences, a big bonfire burned in the center and a handful of children were running around on the cold dirt ground… barefoot.
On this chilly 14 degree winter day as we stood inside Victors little mud house I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t help but think this was the true definition of poverty. They worked hard, but because of cultural stigmas and rotten luck they had very little. They could barely afford food let alone warm winter clothes. It broke our hearts.
So we decided to so something about it.
Now, here’s a way you can help meet two needs. For every 100 dollars raised in my account over the next 10 days my team has offered to use their personal money to buy socks for a child in the gypsy village that needs them. So will you step up and help keep a gypsy child warm this winter? Will you help me stay on the World Race?
If you would like to donate you can click on the “Support Me” link on the left side of my blog.
All donations are tax deductible and greatly appreciated!
Lets do something amazing together! Thank you and much love!
