Outreach Update! whirlwind missions
Hello, my friends!
As Jesse and I arrived at Azalea, my car was met with the usual crow of children clamoring to be heard.
“Mr. Tim, Mr. Tim!”
“Hello, kids!” I reach into the back seat and pull out a big plastic container. he children know what this means! Donuts! Every month they help us label the envelopes that carried this letter to your door. they enjoyed doing the “stickers” and I always give them a treat for their hard work.
“OK, kids! Let’s do he name labels!”
The children take their seats and immediately start yelling.
“I need some Mr. Tim! I need ore Mr. Tim!”
I hand each child a little stack of envelopes and a row of name labels. “Put these in the middle.” I carefully put a label on the envelope and show them the example. “That’s easy, Mr. Tim!”
We all sit down at the tables and begin o work. Fahim, one of the kids from Bangledesh is new to the mission.
“What are these for, Mr. Tim?” His chubby, little brown face smiles at me.
“Well Fahim. Every month, we send a letter to our friends who support we’re doing here at the mission.”
“Support?” Hid English isn’t very strong yet, since he’s new in the country.
“That means they help us. They send us money so we can help you guys. See theses table and chairs?”
“Yes.” He nods thoughfully.
“These sweet folks sent their money so we could pay for them. Remember when it was so cold?”
“Oh yeah.” He made shivering motions.
“If it wan’t it wasn’t for their help we wouldn’t have any heat. Remember when we gave you those school supplies and back packs?”
“Yes!” He looked at his bag.
“The people we’re writing to gave you so you would have what you needed for school.”
He looked at me intently.
“What happens if they don’t give?” He seemed quite concerned.
“Well, I rekon our lives would get harder.”Mr. Tim.”
“Thank YOU From Fahim, my friends!”





