Flicker of candlelight representing a ray of hope (wikipedia) |
During that time, I traveled to Romania three days after Christmas with a group
of students from Wingate College , and those shadowy, ominous feelings were
very much a reality in the most intensely surveilled region in Eastern Europe .
The purpose of the visit was to
understand the struggles of organized religion to exist under the influence of
Communism.
The sky was overcast with a slate
gray ceiling. Christmas wasn’t acknowledged by the government, but the New
Year’s trees were brightly decorated, providing rare bursts of color in the
otherwise bleak surroundings.
We were welcomed by Reverend Ilie
Ionescu, the pastor at a small Baptist church in the eastern part of the
city.
"You must know that my members will
appreciate your visit very much. For
them you represent hope. Freedom. They know very little about your country, but
they know enough,” said the minister.
"We have more than 400
members. For most it is quite difficult
to get here so we have three services each Sunday. We have no young people in
our congregation. Everyone is elderly.
We must register with the government, and they do not like it when we go
to church. They make it very hard for
young people to get decent jobs if they worship. For older people it does not matter so much.
They come, and they pass along the messages to their families. Only in the choir will you see young
people. Singing is considered a cultural
program, so some young people sing because this is not counted against them.
"This is a place of hope. Sometimes there is no heat in the church or
we have no light. There are brownouts,
you see. But we do our best. We try very hard."
There was sadness in Reverend Ionescu's
voice, but he was as open as he could be under the circumstances.
Interior of a Romanian Orthodox Church (wikipedia) |
Then he led us into the sanctuary. Once
inside, we turned to the right and walked up the stairs to the balcony to have
a better view.
The sanctuary was filled with seniors.
Only the choir showed any signs of youth. By American standards the service was
lengthy. Since the people had to endure
extreme hardships to attend, the church made every effort to ensure the
congregation was ministered to thoroughly.
The women sat on the left side of the
aisle, the men to the right. No one
removed their coats despite the length of the program. Aside from a small stained glass window at
the front of the sanctuary, the only visible color was in the babushkas the
ladies wore on their heads.
Throughout the service members of the
congregation kept turning toward the balcony. It was unusual for them to have
visitors of any sort, especially so many and so young. Americans too. Rarely did they see Americans.
For the next couple of hours, the
Romanians continuously turned and gazed toward the balcony, communicating only
with their eyes as they reached out to touch the Wingate students with their
hearts.
Old church interior similar to the Bucharest church in Bucharest, Romania (wikipedia) |
When the service finished, the Wingate
students walked down to the vestibule to greet the Romanians as they left the
church.
Spontaneously, the students formed a
semicircle from the door through the narthex, shaking hands with people and
smiling as they departed. The Romanians looked tired, yet they were deeply
appreciative. Somehow the mixture of languages was comprehended, though neither
group spoke the other's tongue.
As one old woman passed the interpreter
she caught the eye of a student approached her. Softly she uttered the word,
"Pace."
Bewildered, the girl looked to the
interpreter. He smiled and said,
“’Pace.’ In Romanian it means ‘Peace.’”
The girl turned back to the Romanian
woman and repeated the word, “Pace.”
A classmate standing to the left
overheard the exchange and immediately spoke to another woman in front of
him. “Pace,” he said.
An broad smile spread across the woman's
face as she returned the wish saying, “Pace.”
Dreary streets of Burcharest in Romania (wikipedia) |
Soon the vestibule was filled with the
gentle sounds of Romanian and American voices, all echoing the same simple
word, “Pace.” No other word was
necessary.
They repeated it over and over again,
“Pace. Pace. Pace.”
Then in the dim light of the room, the
Wingate student reached into her purse and removed a small bible she had
brought from home. She placed it in the
palm of the old woman’s hand, covering it with her own. The woman gazed intently at the girl for a
long moment before looking down at the treasure she gripped within her gnarled
fingers. And then she began to cry.
As the tears made silent trails down her
cheeks, the Romanian woman looked at the interpreter and said something in her
native language. He listened carefully
to be sure he understood precisely what the woman was saying. When she finished, he translated her
words.
She says, “All of my life I have dreamed
of having a bible written in English.
For me it is a symbol. Today, you
have answered my prayers.”
A hush fell over the room. Everyone stopped, spellbound by the words of
a woman who had but one simple wish; to possess a book written in a language
she could neither read nor understand.
Yet that book symbolized all the hopes, dreams and aspirations of a life
she would never know. A book that was her
bridge to a world she would never see.
But the old Romanian woman wasn't finished.
The interpreter cast his eyes toward the young girl while the old woman slowly
uttered her message.
“She says, ‘I only know three words in
English.’”
Then the Romanian woman moved forward
and hugged the student. When she pulled away, she smiled gently and whispered
into the young girl’s ear the words, “I love you.”
Her voice was not loud, but it was
enough to be heard by those close to her.
When the Romanian woman spoke, everyone nearby was overcome with
emotion.
Three words. Simple words.
The only English words the old Romanian woman knew. “I love you.”
The message was universal. Even
in that bleak corner of the world there was indeed hope, there was faith, and
yes, there was love.
A small flame of hope in a desperate place (wikipedia) |
In the span of a few spontaneous
moments, we came to realize that those Romanian people had warmth enough for
everyone nestled deep within their hearts.
We knew that there would always be candles to brighten the darkness,
flickering with their silent flames of hope, because those elderly Romanians
still believed in miracles.
Now the Wingate students understood how
the Romanian people had persevered for so long under such impossible
conditions. Through it all their faith
had kept them going because better than anyone else, they knew the true meaning
of the word, "Pace."
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