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爱，永不止息    热      【字体：小 大】
爱，永不止息
作者：光明之子    文章来源：本站原创    点击数：    更新时间：2004-9-21
Dear friends, 　　 　　I came back from an orphanage two days ago. I can’t wait to share with all of you what the last three weeks has meant to me. On 25th, July, three of us went to an orphanage as volunteer English teachers. We’ve been there once and were greatly impressed with the kids. Three of us were assigned to teach three groups of kids. One of us taught the oldest kids ranged from 15-17. I taught the kids from 13-15. Another one taught littlest kids from 8-12. We lived in a small dorm with an old pregnant cat, a huge grasshopper, a family of flies, a group of bugs and an army of mosquitoes. There are three “families” in the orphanage and two “mothers” in each family. Each family is in charge of 9-10 kids. We had our breakfast in No.3 family, lunch in No.1 family and dinner in No.2 family. During the next three weeks, three of us went through the most meaningful period of our life so far. 　　 　　The First Week (from 25th to 30th, July) 　　 　　I was so happy and amused! All the kids were like little angels, maybe a little noisier. Every morning, they would stand in a line in front of our room and shouted at the top of their tongue: “Teacher, GET UP! Teacher, GET UP!” Three of us would roll out of our beds in surprise and shame at the fastest pace and got all ready for meeting them. Once we were out, they would grab our arms and shuffled us to No.3 family, but things were not so smooth at first because all the kids wanted to have us in their own family. Therefore, a war was going on in the yard every morning. Our poor arms were stretched in four different directions with great might and power. Kids’ shouts, mingled with our painful cry, echoed in the yard until some good and brave-hearted mother came out to stop them and rescued us. The direct consequence we got from the everyday upheaval was that our arms were at least one inch longer three weeks later! 　　 　　The classes went on well. They love learning at first and responded to our questions enthusiastically. After the first two periods in the morning, we would have an activity class. We bought a lot of woodcrafts, cross-stitch sewing, sand painting and the like. They all loved that. In the afternoon, we would help the kids doing their holiday homework, check their handwriting practice, and talk with them. I especially liked the afternoon time because I found the kids liked talking with me. They were still a little shy in front of me and listened to me so obediently. After dinner, we would go out for a walk with a couple of them. They were just like lovely angels, dancing and singing around us, making us feel we were in paradise. We didn’t find they had any grudge against anybody, instead, they seemed so happy with what they have now and didn’t care for anything outside. We talked about their happy situation and blessings every night and felt even sad for those who had parents. We didn’t even want to sleep and waited impatiently for the dawn, for tomorrow is another happy day! 　　 　　The Second Week (from 1st to 7th, Aug) 　　 　　Everything was going on in a well-organized pattern. But we began to sense something wrong. Not that we were attacked by the mosquito army or bug family, nor that the food was getting more and more spicy (they all love spicy food), nor that the kids were closer and closer to us, but we have found out a fact—they were not so happy as we thought. On the contrary, they were trying to hide a deep hatred, grudge and pain. 　　 　　My class was regarded as the most complex and troublesome one in the orphanage. Two of them have hepatitis (Mike and Sky); two of us are real brother and sister (Tony and Lisa) whose parents were stabbed to death in the presence of both of them; one of them was called the laziest kid in there (Sandy); one of them was universally acknowledged as the most headachy kid (Jack). My heart went out to Tony and Lisa when I learned about their misery, so I cared for them a little bit more. One day, I was teaching them phonetics, which is the hardest part for the starters. Tony was very slow in this part and couldn’t catch up with the rest of them. He was studying very hard at first, but when he found the others were all doing so good, he became down. I helped him with those 48 phonetics for a whole hour but he still couldn’t figure out which was which. I was a little tired and said: “Tony, would you study by yourself a little while? The other classmates need me too!” Then I went over to the other kids, who had already become restless. Tony practiced for a while, then I saw him throw away his notebook in anger. I didn’t go over to comfort him but went on with them. Tony took out his handwriting book and started writing. I thought he could calm down later, but when I finally went over to see him, I found his book was trenched with tears. I suddenly lost my teaching wisdom and stood there like a stump. Suddenly, Tony dropped his pen and started a murmuring sob. I tried to comfort him with “it’s all right, boy, when I was at your age, I…”. But I found it didn’t work, the sob was growing into a cry. I wondered how he could be so sad about English, so I just patted his head and went on with my twice-told tale. Lisa, his sister, heard him and rushed into the room. She sat next to him, listening to his cry for a minute, then she started crying too. I was so puzzled. What happened? I pulled Tony’s little body to my arms and murmured, “Come here, little boy”. All at once, he threw himself into my arms and burst into a wolf-like cry. The whole yard was filled with his painful “AH---”. At that moment I understood. If I were an orphan and saw my dear dad and mum being killed cruelly with my own eyes, and sent to a poor orphanage by my mean uncles and aunts, and had a sister who was constantly bulldozed by all the kids here but I couldn’t defend her because I was so little, and were not good at studying, and were ignored by my own admired teacher, I would cry like that too. I was holding his body like a real mum and spoke in a gentlest tune: “Tony, you know what? Every one of us had two fathers. A father on the earth and a Father in the heaven. If we happen to lose our father on the earth, the heavenly Father would care for us more because He loved you so much! We don’t need to learn everything well because Father gave us different talents for doing various things. I believe He’s already had a great plan for you, but we are not sure what it is. We’ll know it sooner or later!” He gradually stopped his crying and looked up at me with a flood on his face: “Really?” I nodded with great confidence. 　　 　　Tony is not the only one. I tried to talk with all the kids from then on and found similar problems in everybody. Every visitor took it for granted that these kids are lucky dogs. Yes they have good accommodations, yes they have good meals, yes they can go to school like the other kids, yes they can laugh and play freely, however, their hearts are empty. Someone said every child’s heart is like a box. It needs to be filled with love. LOVE, that’s the thing all the kids need first and most. Yes their “mothers” feed them well everyday, yes they can grab spotlights more often than not, yes they received numerous gifts from everywhere, but that’s not what they need. They need someone to hold them, to tell them stories, to play with them, most important of all, to LOVE THEM! 　　On the next afternoon, each of the kids got their monthly pocket money---five RMB yuan from the manager. It was the happiest day for all. Laughter was heard everywhere. Three of us felt a little sad. Five yuan, that’s what we used to spend for a casual meal, but it means so much for the kids. They could buy some candies, some cookies, something they long for. Some kids hid the money under the sole of their shoes and some of them asked us to exchange the money into small change to make it seem much more. But I couldn’t find Tony anywhere. Some kids said he must have gone to buy a toy car, for he’s been hoping for a month. Five minutes later, he came back, out of breath. He pulled me out of the room silently. Around a corner, he suddenly blushed and took out one thing from his back pocket. An ice cream. The most common brand. The kind of ice cream I’d never cared to buy. It cost him one Yuan. One-fifth of his monthly pocket money. It was already melting, so he was a little embarrassed and urged me to eat it quickly. I was choked with something and asked him: “Why?” He looked up at me, his face was brightened with excitement and love, and he grinned from ear to ear: “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!” I took off the package, biting it at the slowest pace; I felt it melting with the heat and my tears. He was standing there, looking at me with such a happy and proud smile. For a moment, I felt I was the happiest and richest teacher in the world. 　　 　　The Third Week (from 8th to 13th, Aug) 　　 　　On the first day of this week, when I was reading the Word in the room, some kids rushed in. When they found what I was reading, they started bombarding me. “We’ve been to church, but we don’t quite get what the man said!” “I know his story but I can’t feel him!” “Has he really died?” Suddenly I was filled with something and started talking with them. They were awfully attracted. At last, I made a bold attempt. I asked if they wanted to pray with me tonight. They all said yes. We stepped out and stood in the middle of the yard. The sky was very pure that night, a peaceful and starry night. I told them our Father must be looking at us right now in the heaven. He must be smiling at us. We were holding each other’s hand and standing in a circle. I looked up, then closed my eyes and felt His warm presence above me, around me and in me. “Let’s call out His name, children.” “FATHER---” “FATHER---!” “FATHER---!” 　　 　　During the following days, more and more kids came to me with all kinds of questions about Him and more and more kids prayed with me. One day, we watched a movie called “The Adventures of Jeremiah”, almost all the kids prayed with us afterwards. We felt the atmosphere was a little changed since that day. Whenever there was a quarrel or fight, we’d try to pick up some verses to calm them down. But the kids were getting sadder and sadder because they knew the departure was coming. 　　 　　On Friday morning, the last day we’ve stayed there, I didn’t teach them English. I bought them 9 notebooks with many encouraging words on the first page. I handed them out and they were so excited. For most of them, this was the first color-covered notebook in their life. It took everyone 10 minute to finish reading my farewell words. Lisa was silently crying. Charles put his head under the desk. Sharon’s face was brightened up. When they all looked up again, I took out the Book and read the Song of Love for them. “Love is patient, love is not boastful…love endures all thing, believes all things, hopes all things. Love never ends.” They didn’t quite understand, but they all wrote it down. Finally, Mike asked me in a low voice: “How much does this notebook cost, sister? I know it must be expensive.” I laughed and said: “It doesn’t cost a lot. I’m very rich after all!” Alan smiled at me and said: “Sister, we all know you’re lying, for we know you’re very poor.” I blushed and pretended to be angry: “How do you know?!” Charles said: “We never saw you use your cell phone to call anybody, you only use it for messages and telling time!” Lisa said: “You only have three pairs of clothes and wash them everyday!” Sky said: “Your pencil box and pen are the shabbiest I’ve ever seen!” Jack said: “You’re a volunteer teacher here, so you won’t get any money from us!” “But you bought us candies, cookies, and notebooks!” All at once, I heard an urgent call of my tears. I commanded them to keep back. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed a smile: “But all of you gave me something that no one could buy with money! It’s priceless!” 　　 　　Departure time finally came. When we were packing, kids stood in the room, at the door, in the yard. I felt like crying all the time, but we all managed to smile at them. Tom, the 9-year-old toothy boy and also the first boy who prayed with me, holding my hand from the moment I started packing and begged in a shy voice: “Sister, would you stay for just one more day?” I smiled: “I’ll go back at last, you know, but I promise to come back to see you soon.” Peter and Jack shouted at the same time: “Everyone who came here promised they’d come back, but no one ever did!!” I looked at their tear-filled eyes and answered firmly: “Our Father will bring us back! Don’t you trust Him?” They nodded. A dead silence fell over our room sometimes and we felt they were silently crying behind us, but they were warned the day before not to cry, so they kept wiping their tears with sleeves, collars and hands. The bus finally came to the door, waiting for us. We struggled to go to the door, but every step seemed like a fight for everyone of us. They were standing in a long line, 27 of them, tall and short, little and older, crying and sobbing, but all are beautiful. We hugged each of them. I didn’t cry, I told them I was extremely strong and never cried in front of others, so I couldn’t break my words. The other two teachers couldn’t help it finally and cried with them. I was standing bravely at the end of the line, smiling an ugliest smile towards them. “Let’s go!” I shouted at my co-teachers. Suddenly Tony burst into that wolf-like crying again. Like a call, all the other kids followed him and cried at the top of their lung. They rushed towards us and grabbed our arms and cried out loud painfully. I felt a stinging pang tearing me into piece. I opened my arms to them and wept my heart out. I don’t remember how we managed to get on the bus finally, but I do remember their thunder-like crying outside the bus windows, their little figures running after the bus for a mile, their violent waving arms behind us. 　　When a kid was born, angels shouted with joy and brought this good news to dear lord: “Lord, another kids was born, but unfortunately, he has no father.” “Then this kid will have to have more care, more attention, and most importantly, more love. I’ll send more people to love them, they’ll never be ignored.” 　　 　　Friends, if you’re a happy child born in a normal family, please praise Him; if you live in a comfortable house where no mice, no bugs, no any sorts of insects attack you freely at night, please praise Him; if you’re a smart person, please praise Him; if you’re an orphan, moneyless, houseless, fameless, powerless, you should still praise Him, for He’ll never abandon you for anything, for He’ll watch over you from the beginning to the end; for He must have a perfect plan for you, for He loves you more than anybody else. 　　 　　If I still held any doubts, complaints, or even hatred to Him three weeks ago, now, they’re all completely gone. I saw how He’s working with me there, I felt His great presence every moment, my prayer was no longer bounded by time, place or conditions, and my heart could hold nothing about His love to me. Our Father is the greatest creator, we witnessed how that old pregnant cat giving birth to five cute kitties in a dirty box and became a loving mother; we witnessed how the weather suddenly became cooler every time we prayed, so we spent the coolest summer so far; and we witnessed how His love gradually changing kids’ hardened heart and love. 　　 　　LOVE NEVER ENDS!!!
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