I Remember That: It’s My Story
September 9, 2008
Inspired by this video.
The summer after my freshman year of college I went on a mission trip with bunch of friends to Atlanta. Each day we service work and each evening we’d throw block parties with the help of an organization that ran mini missions for immigrants and refugees in apartment complexes through out the city. We had our band play and we would feed everyone and we talked to people about Jesus.
On the second day we were with a group of refugees from Chechnya, a region in Russia that saw fighting between the Christian and Muslim ethnic groups. At the block party I was talking to a young girl; we were sitting on a stoop and looking at a track that I had (that’s another post) that had a picture of Jesus on the cross on it. The girl looked at me and the picture and said “That’s what they did to my dad.” Man, that did me in. I was sitting there crying and praying and talking to her.
Just as that was happening another one of our group, J, came around to take pictures and just check on everyone. I called him over and told him the story and we sat there and talked to the girl. It was really an amazing and touching experience for all of us. We came back to the church we were staying at and shared it with our group.
So 4 months went by and then we were back in school together. One of the first things we did was to have a church service where we share our pictures and stories with people who did not come with us. J was going to be the big finally. So he started telling this story about how on the second day he’d met this girl who saw the picture of Jesus and said “that’s what they did to my dad.” But the funny thing was that I was totally removed from the story. In his mind it was all him and I wasn’t even there. Funny, especially since there were pictures that he took of me sitting with the very girl. So I asked him about it and presented the evidence and he was totally baffled; he completely thought it was just him. Crazy. My memory got coopted.