Our Honored Guests

Why do we throw parties?

To serve and honor our guests.

Plain and simple.

Last night, the guests at our Christmas party were women who are not used to being honored, even uncomfortable being honored.

We arrived to pick up our honored guests at their workplace and escorted them back to the hotel, passing looks of disbelief and disgust on the streets.  Even the beggars looked up from the ground to express their disapproval of these women as we walked by.

But we walked together.  Some of them in front of me, some of them behind me, all of us followed by another American young woman.

It was a long walk from their workplace to the hotel, and the women couldn’t help but remind me of that every few blocks.  I’m sure in their high heels their feet kept reminding them.  One of them even said, “You’ll have to pay me more for this.”

I think they were pleasantly surprised to walk into this:


With wide eyes and smiling faces, we twelve stuffed ourselves into an elevator, and up to the third floor we went to find this:


With our honored guests we played party games and gave out goodie bags and prizes.  Then we sat down to dinner.  All of us, together.

My sweet honored guests wouldn’t let me serve them from the family style plates in the middle of the table; they served me.  I felt so unworthy of this gesture.

After listening to a speaker and watching a few skits, we presented our honored guests with gifts.  Their joy and delight at having been given stuffed animals, make-up, picture frames, and other small gifts permeated the room.

Before the party was over, I hugged my honored guests.  Each of these women had made a sacrifice to be at our party, but it was nothing compared to the sacrifice they make each and every day, working to send money to parents, siblings, and for many of them, their college-aged children.

I am not courageous like these honored guests.  They have given up everything, their life, their health, their reputation, for their family.  Last night they learned that a man named Jesus, or Projou (King), as they call him, had already done all of that and more for them.

Some of our honored guests wanted to learn more about this other King, others did not.

But for one night, these women were our honored guests, something they may never have experienced before, nor ever again.

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