“That was not from me,” I repeated, remembering the hundreds of readers of Kracht van Omhoog whose anonymous gifts were represented in that bill. “It is from the believers in Holland to the believers in Rumania. It is a token of oneness in the Body of Christ.” I watched the faces in the room as the man translated, and once again I saw that incredulous question, that dawning hope: We are not alone, then? We have brothers in other places? We have friends we never knew?
