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Carelinks | Migrant Crisis Outreach
they will remember the Christian folk who met
them at the borders and gave them help, and
use their new freedom to turn to the real
Christ.
The first day we decided to scope out the situ-
ation. We drove up tracks to a railway line on
the border where we had heard the migrants
got off the train. We found a lot of litter
around some rail tracks, and waited there.
The sun was setting and
the three of us were lost
in our thoughts,
wondering whether this
was the right thing after
all. There was a great
silence, then a car came
along the track and a
woman asked us what
we were doing. We told
her the truth- we want
to help the migrants and
are just scoping out
where and how to do so.
The woman told us to
cross the tracks and turn
right and we’d find some people doing as we
wanted to- “It's their last night, go to them”.
With the enigmatic phrase? “It's their last
night”? in our wondering minds, we went.? “The
world’s last night...”? as CS Lewis wrote. We
believe she was some kind of Angel- an ordi-
nary secular woman of course, but surely
directed by an Angel. We walked about a kilo-
meter along the tracks, full of litter and tracts
in Arabic from the Jehovah’s Witnesses... one
has to take their cap off to their missionary
zeal, even if their beliefs are so sadly
misplaced.
We found about four local volunteers cooking
soup- the train was to arrive in 30 minutes. It
would’ve gone right by us if we’d have stayed
where we were. That was where it used to
stop. There were three policemen standing
well back who could radio for more support if
needed, and that was it.
The volunteers ex-
plained their funding
had finished. The trains
arrive every few hours
with about 400-600
people on board each
one. So we were led by
the Lord to this perfect
opportunity to serve as
we had wished to and
prayed to- we walked in
to a pre-existing situa-
tion all set up for us by
the Lord who knew our
hearts, where we could
distribute food and welfare and also on the
packages distributed, place adverts for the
Gospel.
The drill was the same every time. The train
arrives, and two railway staff unlock the
wagons. We explain to the confused, ex-
hausted people where they are and that they
had to get off- and we would feed them. And
that then, they have to walk 2 kms along the