We went to an orphanage in the outskirts of Beijing yesterday. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday than singing for, listening to, playing with, and befriending these little ones. They each had a smile tinged with hurt, each was so in love with Jesus, each had their own story, each was so strong.
But Gino was my favorite.
The orphanage is run by an American and Christian couple with hearts bigger than I can fathom. What selfless love! They run a bakery called, “Bread of Life” which is a way for the kids to do real work, take ownership, and see the rolls of their labor. I can’t wait to go back.
We sang some songs for them and they sang for us. How refreshing to see God’s people prai
1. God isn’t Anglo-German and He doesn’t only speak English.
2. The faith of a child is truly awesome.
3. Don’t ever complain.
I moseyed on up to Gino and showed him how to say his name with an Italian / Godfather-esc voice and an arched right hand. To say the least, that broke the ice. He plopped by me on th
No beeps, no Gino. This was his unflinchingly rigid philosophy.
I can’t wait to go back and see Gino’s face light up when I whip out the camera and away he’ll beep in pure bliss.
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P.S. - If you want to see some more pictures of Gino and our orphanage , click on the orange link on the right that says, Micah's Online Albums.
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