One of many (many) things that I have learned during outreach is the importance of hospitality. Hospitality is almost like the actions behind the words: “thank you” or “love you”. All my life the little- out-of-the-way things have meant so much to me. A thoughtful note here, a quick e-mail there, a cup of coffee already made for me, changing the oil in my car without asking, surprise visits. These unrequired acts of service and love mean more to me than a hundred roses on my birthday. Yes, I also enjoy the roses. After some scheming, we put some money together to buy some birthday treats, I fashioned a birthday card out of paper purchased in India. After Ramadan ended for the day at 5:30PM, the nine of us serenaded him with a jubilant “Happy Birthday Muhammad” song. Wrapping gifts while traveling is always a bit of a challenge. I went to a place called the market. The market is like a big dollar store except has more of a food selection. While looking in the paper isle for some birthday celebration accessories I found: plastic birthday wrapping material, one old balloon void of any packaging, and some string. So? I wrapped his birthday treats up tootsie-roll style: rolled up and tied together on both ends. Blew up the gross little balloon– I mean it tasted awful to blow it up– and decorated it with a zany smiley face before affixing it to the package. Taah–dahh!
Big hugs and blessings!
Sharing is Caring 😀