God Breaks My Heart with Checkers and Kerplunk
They sat at a table together--father, mother and two boys, 9 and 12 years old. The father and older son bantered back and forth as they played a version of Checkers. While I could not understand their verbal language, the body language was a joy to watch--on several occasions, the young boy gestured happily as he took one of his father's checkers. The mother and younger son played Kerplunk, each tentatively removing a straw from beneath the pile of marbles. When the mother removed a straw and the marbles came crashing down to the base of the game, the son whooped and laughed. I sat with them, only able to converse a bit with the father, but that night God allowed me to see them in a deep and meaningful way. In a way that I cannot quite find words for, they moved into my heart and became "my" refugee family.
I was so happy to see them the following week. I had thought about them and prayed for them often. The father had told me that they were from Albania; they were members of an ethnic minority, with only nine villages in the whole country. They were not welcome in Albania and wanted a new and safer life for their boys. The older boy indicated that I was to sit in his seat and play Checkers with his father, an indication to me of acceptance. We all laughed when I lost. Then the father told me that they were leaving to go to another camp the next morning. They had come to say "thank you" to the Oasis. He told me they would be in the new camp for 20 days, but was unable to say where they would go after that. Would they be allowed to stay in Austria or would they be deported to Albania or another country?
All of a sudden, my heart was in my mouth. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I had known this family only one week, but I felt like I was being robbed. I wanted to know more of their story, I wanted to do "something" to make their life different. But it was not to be. God had brought them into my life for just this short time, and I had to release them to His care. I got each of the boys a VBS t-shirt from FBCG and walked outside with them. I shook hands with the father and boys and when I turned to the mother, she hugged me tightly. They turned to walk the few blocks back to the camp and I watched, tears flowing as I said a silent prayer for them.
But God has planted them in my heart, where they will stay. Their picture is on my desk and in my Bible. And I realized that I can do "something"--I can pray for this family. I can sit in my comfortable home and lift up this family who have no home to the God who sees them, the God who cares for them. God used an evening of Checkers and Kerplunk to break my heart over the plight of this family; I pray that it is a break that will never heal.
I think what it would be like to see them again. That is not likely to happen in this life, but what about in the next? Seeds were sown at The Oasis; I pray that others will come along to water them and perhaps one day there will be a fruitful harvest. Will you pray with me not just for this family, but for the thousands of refugees in just this one camp who need to know His love?
Maureen Hughes-Phillips
