As I think about my time working with the refugees on the island of Lesvos, a song from my youth floats through my mind-
Ya Tyibya Lyubluy
Ani ohevet othka, I love you…
Love in any language, fluently spoken here.
I don’t remember the rest of the lyrics even though Sandy Patty’s voice is crystal clear in my memory. What I do know is this- those lyrics played out in front of me on Lesvos.
The Gospel is a very specific thing. To be more accurate, the gospel is a specific person. His name is Jesus. There is no way to the Father except through him.
Then what is one to do when you cannot share the gospel openly? Because that is our reality at Sikaminia, Euro Relief’s transition camp. Government regulations prevent us from directly sharing our faith.
One does what we are always called to do.
We love one another.
We love our neighbors.
We love the stranger among us.
This is what the volunteers at Sikaminia do best. In fact, they are known by their love- and not just within the camp. They are known by their love across the island…