This past Monday, a larger group of us (we had a few visitors in town) travelled, yet again, to a different Gypsy village.  The husband of the lady I usually accompany to the village organized this new opportunity, which was a result of two separate interactions he had with two different small groups of Gypsies from this specific village.  Initially, when he had met these two different groups, they did not admit to being Gypsies, as they were too embarrassed and felt the weight of the stigma attached to their name.  However, after he began speaking to them in their own [secret] dialect, the tension in the conversation quickly subsided and they invited him to their village.  As previously mentioned, this happened on two different occasions with different people from that village. Although these particular Gypsies live in a different village than the ones we usually visit on Mondays, they are all from the same unreached people group of 25,000.  As a result of these two invitations, our group, which included four doctors, ventured out to this new village.   And what an experience it was!

Before the day began, we gathered early for a time a prayer.  It seemed different that morning than the previous days, and I found myself praying and asking to see miracles that day.  Our group was scheduled to return back to the city mid-afternoon, but for various reasons, I ended up staying behind much later with two others.  Later that day, the three of us left the home where many had come for medical assistance, and visited individuals who required help, but were not able to leave their homes.   Within each of these homes, the man I was with shared stories from scripture that he had written out in their own dialect.  He has spent two years and countless visits to the gypsy village in order to learn this dialect.  They were amazed.  Absolutely riveted.  Having the stories read out to them in their own dialect, as opposed to the local language of this country, proved to be a big deal and very meaningful to them.  To the best of my knowledge, this had never happened before.  In one of the homes we visited, God did something incredible.  When all medical expertise was exhausted, and no diagnosis was coming to mind, we prayed.  The pain this lady had been experiencing for two years completely diminished, and he was able to share with her (and the family), another story from scripture.  They were receptive, and I was in awe.

I am sure we will be making further trips out to this village in the near future, but until then, I have included a few pictures for you to see some of the faces of these lovely people.