We were attending the funeral of Wes' friend's mom, if that makes sense. He is a young kid and lost his mother, it was incredibly sad. Wes' friend Aaron was so fun to be with. We hung out before the funeral for a couple days and talked about life. He is a Christian and so devout. He loves Jesus more than anything and that hope really helped him through the pain of losing his mom.
Aaron's family were incredible. They were living with their uncle, his wife and four kids while their mom struggled with cancer. His family has six also, so that was twelve people in one small house. The couple of days that Wes and I were there, they welcomed us as part of the family. Even though they had just lost their mother, they didn't know me, and they were so busy, they welcomed us as though we were family. Not even because they felt they had too, they genuinely wanted to get to know us and serve us the best they could. I could not believe it.
I was thinking, how many people could actually tolerate living with their family in close proximity for long periods of time like that? And still welcome others with open, sincere arms? What a testimony of a faith that is put into action I thought. I am so grateful for Aaron and his family, and the lessons of compassion, tolerance, and values that they taught me by the way they live while I was there.