A sense of nostalgia come over Rick while he was preparing the daily food and water distribution, as much as he enjoyed his work here, he longed for home, he had been in India for the past month on a mission trip to provide food and aid to the rural areas. He knew coming into this, he would be away for at least two months. It was only natural for one to become homesick.
A tug on the corner of his white t-shirt pulled him from his thoughts; as he looked down he was meet with two large deep brown eyes of a young boy looking up at him. Rick kneeled down to face him.
“Hello, what can I help you with?” Rick asked
The young boy looked up to the table behind Rick and pointed. Rick turned his head to see what the young child was pointing at.
“Water?” Rick asked. The boy shook his head.
Rick climbed to his feet and grabbed one of the plastic water bottles from the beige plastic table and handed to the boy. The boy smiled and ran off.
Rick couldn’t hold back the smile.
As much as I miss home, I couldn’t imagine not being here. Rick thought to himself.
“How’s it going?” a man voice called out.
Rick turned to see an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair walking his way. “Hello Pastor Larry, Its going good.” Rick replied.
“The supply truck has arrived; I was wondering if I could tear you away for a moment to come help unload it?”
“No problem. If you don’t mind, I will finish up here and be over in a minute.” Rick replied
“Sounds good; see you over there.” The pastor said as he patted Rick on the back and turned to leave.
Rick made his way over to the area where the supply truck was parked. A group of five had already arrived and was pulling white cartons from the truck. Rick spotted Pastor Larry packing one of the cartons over to a table made Rick remember the first time he meet the Pastor and how his life had changed since…
It was early Sunday Morning when he went for a drive, he passed by this small white church, that he had passed so many times, but this time was different. Something came over him and he felt like he needed to stop and go inside. Fighting the urge as he had never been into the “church scene” he drove on by, about a mile down the road he pulled the white pickup truck into a dirt road that the local farmer used to get into his field and turned around to go back. He felt uncomfortable as he entered the front door of the little church. He removed the navy blue baseball cap covering his dark brown hair as he made his way in and found a seat alone in one of the back pews, thinking to himself, these people must think I am crazy to just wonder in here in the middle of the service, wearing blue jeans and a grey hooded sweatshirt. He sat there listening a soaking up the words that were said and how they touched him and how they seemed to speak so directly to him. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes; he fought to hold them back. As the service ended, he couldn’t move, he just sat there staring at the floor, the congregation all passed by, he could feel them looking at him with concern. Then Pastor Larry sat down beside him and began to just talk to him like an old friend, making him feel comfortable and welcomed. That was the day he gave his life to Christ and his life changed forever more.
Rick felt overcome with the emotion of the memory.
“Come on Rick, we got plenty of work over here for ya!” A voice called out. Rick looked up to see one of the women wave at him.
“I’m coming!” Rick called back as he ran over and grabbed a carton from the back of the truck.
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