Florin, Cipri, Cristina, and Sanda Doboş
I first went to Romania in August of 1990. The revolution had taken place the previous December, and food was still in short supply. But we Americans didn’t know it. The Romanians fed us like we were visiting royalty! It didn’t matter how late we arrived at Pastor Florin’s home, his wife always had a full meal ready. The first course was soup and bread. The soup was hand-made angel hair noodles with clear chicken broth. Then the vegetables – whatever was in season. If it was winter, we had cabbage, pickles, and kraut from the root cellar. Next was potatoes and meat – usually chicken. The last course was the deserts. Brother Florin’s wife, Sanda, was a fabulous cook! When we arrived at the Doboş home, we felt like we were in our own home! In the morning we would load up in our rented car to go to our next destination and our gas tank would be full. I questioned brother Florin. He said, “The Lord supplies” with a sly grin. He had filled our gas tank up during the night. Making less than $100 a month, he had sacrificed to meet our needs. Brother Florin was a great example of Christian love!