Prayer times

Last night 10 of us squeezed into the front room of the home in which we meet to pray every Wednesday.  A new family has moved in so our numbers tripled.  I read the parable of the wise man who builds his house on rock from the Maximov translation.  Some words seemed alien to them but we found a way through that.  One of our team drew the story on a white board as it unfolded.  There wasn't quite space to try and act it out.  This lead to a couple of testimonies, some tears and prayers. The new Roma mother sang "Tu san amaro dad, Hallelujah!"  (you are our Father, Hallelujah) and others joined in.  It's interesting that when they prayer the Lord's Prayer they recite it in Romanian; as yet they don't know it in their own Kalderash Romani.  It's a massive privilege to then read it to them in their mother tongue.  That same night a couple of other Roma families new to Luton moved into rented property which we had found and secured within a day.