But the people we’ve met, the moments we’ve shared, simply cannot be erased by some move. No, it’s not as easy as that. It’s not that simple to forget the memory of Christ. What we experienced this month was not simply kindness nor was it generosity. What we experienced was not mere hospitality. What we experienced this month was the selfless love of Christ. It’s as if Christ was literally here on this earth, the love that’s been poured out upon us. And for reason none other than, “I want to.”
I wish the words that I wrote, the things that I said, could capture even a sliver of the blessings I’ve felt. I wish someway, somehow, I could transport you here-let you experience this moment, let you feel this love. But no words that I write, no things that I say, will ever be able to do that. And that’s hard for me to accept. It’s hard for me to accept that, try as I may, you’ll never be able to know the joy that I felt when I saw Eszter hand Birkleigh the sewing kit. You’ll never know the love that I felt as Anika handed me her child. You’ll never know how hard it was for me to look Tamas in the eyes, not because I struggle with eye contact to begin with, but because there was so much Christ in Him I felt I wasn’t simply looking into the eyes of a fellow believer but looking into the eyes of my Savior, piercing the very depths of my soul. I’ll never be able to describe in words, the magnitude of God’s love I felt in even the simple things-coffee in hand, food on my plate. But as I struggle to write, know that this moment, know that this time, is unforgettable to me.
