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Coyote Part 11 'Mysterious ways'
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I've got to admit, when I started this series, I had no real idea where we were going, I still don't really, but what I do know is that it's a story that needs to be told, it's a story of how a family overcame some of the kind of hardships that would cripple most of us, yet they overcame!
It's also, in many ways the story of nearly every person who's without a home because of war and famine, of their struggle to find a new and hopefully better life in a safe place, somewhere where they can be their true selves, where they can live out their faith without having to constantly look over their shoulders.
As much as I can, I've written the facts of what happened, but there are a few times when I've had to 'sit and think' about the best way to say things.
This wasn't an easy hub to write, as there were some things, some people that Samir met who made his journey possible whom you might think the most unlikely of helpers, then again, God's just like that, throwing curveballs just to keep us off our guard, just when we think we've got him all worked out, he throws that curveball, or maybe as the cricketers say, "the ball had a wicked spin!"
Enjoy the episode
Enjoy the story
A great read
If a job's worth doing!
'If a job's worth doing, then it's worth doing well’. That was something Samir lived by, every job, no matter how big or small, they got his best, and it showed.
“Pretty good job with the generator”. Tariq had said, they both knew it was an understatement, the faces on the village people said it all.
“You must stay” the Mukhtar had insisted, they'd connected it up, and water was beginning to flow, the women were making high pitched noises in the street, just like they did at weddings, they were celebrating getting the well back, for the women, it meant no more carrying the water up from the water trucks in town, and no more exorbitant prices like they’d been paying, now, they’d have water in the huge tanks that pump the generator worked fed, all they’d have to pay is a nominal amount to buy diesel when the generator needed it, the Mukhtar already had a system for collecting that money from the houses that could afford it, no one went without. “We have a feast planned, to celebrate!” It sounded more and more like a demand each time he said it.
The tanks were full, food was cooking in the houses, and the Mukhtar had arranged for a goat to be slaughtered, he’d done that as soon as he’d been told they were bringing the generator back, he wasn’t missing a chance to say “Thank you”
Kurds love to 'PARRRRRTY'
Saying 'Thank you'
In Eastern culture, if someone offers something, even the smallest of things, it’s customary to say no at first. If they meant it, they’ll offer again, if that’s going to cause the person offering it hardship, you can thank them for their generosity and still say no, then honor has been satisfied and everyone’s happy.
If they offer it a third time, you better say yes! The Mukhtar offered it four times at least, that it to Luka and Samir’s counting, Tariq finally got the message, and everyone was happy.
It took about three hours for the meal, the Mukhtar insisted they stay, and wanted to talk about other things they needed of the area.
Op Mercy were well known in town for some of the programmes they ran, feeding projects for malnourished infants, even trying to build a hospital for malnourished infants, but the one they really wanted to run, the one meeting with most resistance, especially from those supposed to know better, was teaching women to read and write in Kurdish!
“If there's ever anything you need” one of the villagers told Samir, “all you have to do is ask” he was slightly older than Samir, he slightly shorter, but with the muscular frame that came from working on the land, “we'll never forget the good you did today!”
“Thank you” was all he could think to say, then for some reason he wasn't quite sure why, he asked, “are you people all from the same village?”
The farmer smiled, a broad, honest smile, “same area” he began, “our villages were in the same area, not far from the Turkish border,” he leaned over and took a piece of the goat with a chunk of bread, folding the flat bread round the piece of meat he raised it and popped it into his mouth, “They were destroyed a few years ago,” he stopped momentarily, then went on, “one of the continual raids that goes on, we still farm the land though” he finished, “when we can get up there!”
“What do you produce?” Samir asked, he didn’t see much in the way of food these people farmed, not even livestock”
“We’ve got orchards up in the mountains, best Walnuts and pistachios you’ve ever tasted” the farmer replied, “the border’s only a kilometer or so away, so we take them down into Turkey, well the nearest village that is, to sell”
Samir was stunned, they crossed the border? “Isn’t it guarded?” he asked.
“Not where we are” the farmer replied, “only the village on the other side know where the crossing is, and they’re not telling those pigs anything” he spat the words out, clearly no friend of the Turks, “besides, they make a tidy little ‘commission’ on the things we sell, know what I mean”
Samir’s mind was reeling, he’d thought the door to the West was totally shut to him forever, yet here was the farmer, telling him it wasn’t, at least the first part wasn’t. He’d still need the money, and he’d somehow need to get from Turkey to England to present himself to the Bank and open up his family’s accounts, but this old farmer was telling him about the way, could this be for real?
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All for now
This week's episode is a little short I know, but as I sign off I want to leave you with a thought, how often have you missed what God (or whatever, or whoever you want to give credit to) was doing?
I honestly think that one of the biggest reasons we miss so many opportunities is simply because we fail to see them for what they are, we miss the small, almost imperceptible steps that will, if we let them, take us to the place we always wanted to go, and we miss them simply because we just wanted to see the big, giant leap.
Just a thought to leave you with. What about those 'little steps'? are there any 'left undone' in your life? I know there's loads in mine.
Now forgive me for signing off, but I've got a few I need to go fix up right now.
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