Nov 20 3 Comments

Good friends pack envelopes with you

I decided to have a cup of coffee even though it was 4.30 PM. This proves that I have been living in Norway for a while now. Norwegians drink coffee all day long and when I say I can’t sleep if I drink coffee late in the day, they either:
1. Look at me funny, as if I just said: I can’t pay the parking ticket because my favorite color is red.


2. Say: Yeah, I know some other people who have that problem. I think it is gene related.

Then they pour themselves another cup of the black liquid that, BTW, is so strong there is no way you could notice if a fly was drowning in it.

So this is why I am here, at 11.30 still able to write and not particularly sleepy.

We had a work party here at the house tonight. A bunch of willing friends came over and helped us stuff envelopes with letters and cards for Christmas. 1000 of them to be accurate. We will send them to people all over the country asking them to consider buying a pair of boots for a relief team member, a duck for a village, some rice for a family, or other items like that that we can use to help the people of Burma.

I am crossing my fingers for success. The envelope stuffing was a great success, but I am hoping the campaign itself will be successful. Wouldn’t it be cool if a thousand people decided to give money to something like that rather than all the useless junk we usually find ourselves buying and giving away to people who already have so much? A duck is so much more useful than a new tie.

I was really blessed by all my friends who gave up their Friday night to come to our kitchen to fold and stuff thousands of pieces of paper. That, to me, is commitment and true friendship.

This is why:

1. They had to leave their houses and it is 6-7 below outside.

2. Some of them had to drive quite far. It is dark, it is slippery, it is cold, and gas is expensive.

3. When getting to our house, they had to pass Marley, the vicious, loving labradoodle. To many, that was a great step of faith and courage. Because they are afraid of dogs, and Marely loves people in kind of a rough way.

4. They had to fold and stuff for a few hours, always making sure they put the letter and brochure the right way in the clear envelope.

5. They had to stay in our house that is extremely hot by Norwegian standards, but normal to us who are used to the Tropics.

6. They had to put up with some of my preachings against the establishment.

7. They had to eat a lot of pizza and no greens.

8. They had to eat the pizza on paper plates.

9. They had to count the letters too.

10. They had to sit on hard chairs all night because we don’t have soft ones.

11. They had to do the whole trip in reverse when going home.

12. They were told I will invite them again to do the same kind of project.

Here we are, happily packing. Another group was in the living room. We got pizza in the end. But, honestly, these people deserved a gourmet meal.


  • Rick Granger says:

    Good friends stuff envelopes – truer words never spoken! And what a blast it is – not the stuffing part, but the fellowship part!

    I wish I could have slogged to your idyllic little Norwegian house in 6-7 below weather and spent hours hangin’ out with you and some friends eating pizza on hard wooden chairs with a labradoodle at our feet stuffing envelopes.

    I love that kind of friendship; the support-you-because-I-love-your-family kind.



    And may God bless your efforts from tonight richly!

    And grant you sleep (caffeine girl!)

  • Steve Gumaer says:

    Marley was a good boy too. Give hm credit!

  • Ingun Bøe says:

    …and I didn`t have to make dinner that evening …. plus tea and carrotcace for free …. 🙂