you press?

there is no way I can describe this day with words
but I still want to tell you about it.

we had kind of a free day, so we decided to hed to betlehem.
we saw from this leaflet that there is an young adults meeting
in one church, and cause we have been wanting to meet believers
our own age for a long time we decided to go and check it.

so we went a bit earlier, just to wander around betlehem streets,
to take photos and see places. we were walking, without any idea where we were,
when I suddenly realized we are opposite of the refugee camp area,
where I went with paul the other day.

there were some girls outside, and they invited us to talk with them,
so we decided to go. after curious questions about our names, the
kids took our hands and started to take us in to their home
your welcome, your welcome.
the finnishness in us said: are we?
the curiosity and longing for adventures said: we so are!

so in we went.
up three floors, laundry hanging and drying there at the straircases.
and this small girl proudly presented us to her mum, while her dad was sleeping on the sofa.

and all of a sudden, the room was filled with people.
young girls and boys, women and men.
about 15 people staring at us and our cameras.
taking photos, offering coffee,
asking with broken english:
you sisters? you press?
you study? you betlehem?

one of the older boys prodly announced that he breakdances,
so off we went to the roof, where he showed his moves as the kids cheered
and parents clapped their hands.
we were just amazed.
of the breakdance, of the attention,
of the hospitality, of the beauty of these people.

starting to get even a bit worried about the amount of the attention
we decided to continue our way.
I just so pray, that its Jesus that could be seen from me,
not only my western looks.
Im still kind of figuring out if its a blessing or a burden,
the fact that I can never be one of these people.

and then the evening with the young adults.
goodness.
I love how these people joke around, are loud and loving.

and Jesus was so nice that he even arranged a ride for us
from the checkpoint to jaffagate (the buses stop going around eight)
there was this israeli man, who took us in to his car.

now Im sitting here, not quite sure how to cope with all these wonderful, new experiences.
I love this.