Venice and Pioggia, pioggia, pioggia…
Monday, November 9, 2009
Some of you may know that I first became acquainted with Piero through a Brazilian friend who introduced us over the internet. Piero had about a billion questions and whether my friend didn’t have the answers or tired of the questions remains to be known. All I know is that he eventually handed off to me and apparently I was convincing enough that he invited me to meet him in Venice at the train station on my next trip through the region. At that time, Piero was a single man about town and known by just about every life- long Venetian. I did meet him and in the short time that we had we walked the streets, along the canals, had lunch, then finally sat on the steps of a cathedral and talked about , what seemed to me everything that had ever popped into his mind. In the end, I must have come out on the best side of the conversation because over the next several years, Piero warmed to the idea of Christianity as a life and eternal option.
Rain, rain, rain…
Piero’s new wife Natasha is Moldovan and Russian Orthodox (one of those, “I was born Russian Orthodox and I will die Russian Orthodox”) types. Yet, now it seems that I am like her father and she treats me this way. She insisted that I have supper and stay the night. She calls me Anthony and I like that. She loves for me to pray over the meal and bless them and their house. I have given her the gospel in Russian and I wait to see. Piero is always explaining how Russian Orthodox is not in the question, in the end, systems will mean nothing. I believe with Piero that circumstances of their coming together were so providential that there is nothing that will keep her from becoming a full-out Christian. It is my view that I could not have wished for a more lovely mate for my friend.
Natasha posses every Christian virtue.
Can you imagine? Piero has no church or Christian community to rely upon and yet he has grown exactly as he should. He gets most of what he knows from the internet but it is amazing to me that with all of the stuff he could land on, he seems to have come up with the right stuff. At first he had issues concerning the exclusiveness of Christ but now he is clear on this and even while working as a concierge at the Hilton and surrounded by people of various faiths, much atheism and homosexuality, he appears to have emerged as an undeniable witness to the gospel. He gives credit to God for every improvement in life of which there have been many. I still believe that there is something more in store for this young couple.
After a delicious cena di sera (supper), exhausted, I went to Cristiano’s room fell upon the bed and awoke at six with the sounds of Natasha readying herself for work. Later, after Cristiano started to complain, Piero got out of bed to make me breakfast and visit until I went by water taxi to the train station at ten in the morning.