You also must consider that on most days I am sweating before leaving the house in the morning. By the time we reach school I have a stream of water running down my back and this is the cool of the day. The solution to this dilemma is the very inexpensive laundry service available here. Large items such as shirts and slacks can be laundered and pressed for fifty cents. Smaller items cost only a quarter.
During our stay last year we took our laundry to tiny shop on a corner close to school. It was …
Last year we struggled with the clothes not being ready when promised. One day after a storm they told us the clothes had to be redone because the roof had leaked. Whether it’s language or other reasons, we didn’t always feel like we got the real story. In addition to the issue of reliability, Susan shared with me several times that she just felt uneasy when she would pass by the shop. We had also wondered if these people had tried to take advantage of us last year when the daughter asked if we could get her a job. Susan usually allowed me to drop off and pick up our bundles of clothes. Even back in the US, Susan mentioned the man and the darkness that came over her when she thought of him. When we came back this year we considered finding another laundry.
While eating dinner our first night in Mahab we noticed a laundry across the street. The next morning Justin took us by on the way to school and we left some clothes to try it out. We later saw another laundry that advertised 12 hour service and dropped some laundry there one morning as well. The man told us, through Justin, our laundry would be ready when we went home from school that same night. It seemed that our laundry troubles might be solved and we were released from the burden of struggling with our feelings about that man. This did not however solve the problem Susan had each time she walked past the shop on the way to lunch as she found herself averting her eyes to avoid looking at him because of her discomfort at the idea of abandoning him.
The morning we tried the new laundry, I walked through the village on errands and passed a young woman that looked familiar but it was not till we walked past the laundry again on the way to lunch that I remembered she was the daughter of this man. As I walked through the streets on yet another errand that afternoon I ran into the daughter again, nowhere near the shop. The next afternoon Susan and I were talking about all the wonderful people we have been meeting in Mahab and our opportunities to be ambassadors for Christ. As I shared with Susan about the two encounters with the daughter she saw tears in my eyes as I was suddenly struck with the thought that this man, who made us so uncomfortable might just be the person God had sent me to be an ambassador to. Why did I not know his name? Why had I not considered the impact our business might have on his life and his family. This was the man God had put along my road to Jericho why had I not seen Jesus in his face?
We were reminded that “ the King will reply to them, Truly I tell you, in so far as you did it for one of the least [in the estimation of men] of these My brethren, you did it for Me. “Matthew 25:40”
It’s easy to see Jesus in the face of beautiful little R. as she tugs on my arm to pull me down to give me a kiss each morning as I arrive at school. It’s harder to see Him in the brown toothed scowl and piercing eyes of the laundry man we walk by on the way to lunch each day. Pray for me that I will see Jesus in every person I meet.
Thanks for allowing me to air our dirty laundry,