I’m celebrating 50 years since I left Sweden for Peru as a missionary. What better way than to visit a church that has stood by me all these years! Most of the people who were active at that time are now awaiting our reunion when we all meet together to celebrate eternity with our precious Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
New faces. Beautiful faces.
Here I am together with friends from the Middle East and Africa. Tidan, the town I visited, has many refugees. The Government rents housing there for people who seek refuge in Sweden. Young and old are welcome!
Marco and I made a weekend trip to Tidan. It was the first time for him to travel on a Swedish train. How interesting that the train we traveled on had the same name as his daughter that works with me. Cristina is my very talented designer. Only the spelling varied slightly.
A section in the South has trains called Krösatågen, where each train has its own name, pertaining to some well-known character. Kristina Nilsson was a singer. This line of trains have their own celebration. Thirty years they have been in service. So the first leg of the journey we traveled round-trip on Kristina.
From Jönköping we traveled on another train. This is a beautiful city by the big lake Vättern. We will visit it later this week because I have to renew my Swedish passport. I’m blessed with dual citizenship: Swedish and American. Really, it’s triple. Most of all I cherish my heavenly citizenship.
From Skövde we traveled by car to Tidan. My dear friend Miriam welcomed us in her home. Here she is porting a T-shirt received from me on a previous trip and serving 0ven-baked open-faced sandwiches. Ham, cheese, tomatoes on rye bread. Delicious!
Marco and I standing by the Filadelfia church where we would speak.
It’s a small church, in a small town. It might be small but people can have a big heart. It’s the heart that matters. And they have a big heart for me and for God’s work in general.
After the service we had sandwich cakes with tea and coffee. The sandwich is made of layers of bread spread with tuna salad. The cake was covered with diced eggs and tomatoes. Delicious!
Two of my dear friends and supporters couldn’t be at the service, so they asked us to stay a day extra and visit with them. They live in the woods. Beautiful and tranquil.
Sören and Marco with the cake
There we had Princess cake, and other goodies. Food aside, the best and most enjoyable is the fellowship. I’m glad that Marco can visit some Swedish homes.
A brain game. It can take minutes to put the pieces in place or it can take days. Sören makes them. His son-in-law had been working for hours with one. When he was given one to give to a Russian friend, he said, “If you do it in ten minutes I’ll give you a Mercedes.” The friend did it in five minutes! But I don’t know about the Mercedes. Did he give it to him? Who knows!
Marco had something to work on while traveling back. It’s a good thing we got on the right train!
If you read my adventures in Sweden last year, you might remember I got on the train to Nässjö instead of going to Skövde. Well, this time I made sure to board the right train. Not the one that came to this platform.
I’m back again… with more memories to talk about… That’s for another day!