most like home, and the people here make you feel like kings and queens–for me,
they only make me feel like a king, not a queen.
This past weekend, I had the chance to visit a tiny village in Eastern Bulgaria
where it’s less than a two hour drive to the Black Sea. Over a period of two
days, we were fed three or four multiple course meals by families who had fears of
providing for their own families. When we asked to pray for them, they asked
for financial blessings because they did not have jobs or did not have steady
income, yet they poured out HUGE blessings for us in these meals.
I have mentioned before about doing things for the “least of these”
as if you were “holding
Jesus.” In this village, I was not the “least of these,” but
those serving me could be. It confuses me because the roles of the story are
reversed.
However, it does remind me of the time in Luke 7 and Matthew 26 when the woman
with the Alabaster jar anointed Jesus and washed his feet with her hair. The
disciples said it was ridiculous that the woman would pour out something so
valuable when it could have served a much greater purpose in feeding the poor.
These people were treating us as if Jesus was in their presence and poured a great blessing over us. All the while, I, a
sinner, had similar thoughts as the disciples…These people should have saved
some for themselves. Oh, how I did not deserve that seat at the table. I am
unworthy but have been made worthy by the righteousness of Christ. I should have blessed them out of my abundance instead of them blessing me out of their abundant need.
As it turns out, the name of the village is Mokren, which means “The land
where blessings overflow.” At least that’s what it means in my heart.
