Strawberry Shortcake Day
I watched the two men at the door. The small Asian man watched intently as the larger white man inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. Neither of them spoke, but when the door opened, the white man pulled it shut, turned the key, and locked it again. Then, he handed the key to the Asian man and stepped back, motioning to him to give it a try. The Asian man held the brass key in his hand a moment. Almost reverently, he pushed it into the lock, turned it, and *click* -- the door opened. A broad smile spread across his face as he nodded to his American friend. He had just opened the door to his own home, in the USA. I looked away, blinking the tears from my eyes. This is just one of many precious experiences we shared with Meh Reh and his family. Our House Church has sponsored this Burmese refugee family, and we’ve spent the past several days getting to know them, helping them settle into their apartment, and assisting them with their adjustment to American Lif...