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Romania Missions Part 2 by Steph & Chris Watkins


Chris and Stephanie Watkins began attending Calvary Baptist Church in April 2016 and reside in Grand Prairie, TX with their daughter, Ema.  The Watkins volunteer to teach regularly in the Boulevard (4 years old through kindergarten) area of Kid City.  They like to spend time outside in their community garden, camping, and spending time with friends playing games or watching movies.  Click here if you missed Romania Missions Part 1 by Steph & Chris Watkins.




When we first arrived, my friend’s organization was working with five families. They provided food once a month, work when the center had work to pay them for, and an after school place for the nine children to have a shower, meal, tutoring, bible study and a reprieve from the village. The women were sent home each week with strips of paper to make beads. They would come once a week to the center and have a bible study and string their beads into necklaces. Each woman was paid for the beads they made, which provided somewhat of a steady income for the family. The missionary couple that was leaving a couple months after we had arrived had befriended two teenager families in the Roma Village. The foundation did not want to leave those two families without someone to be there for them when the other couple left. We were asked then to create and expand the teenage family ministry. We started with five teenage families and ended with seven. Our youngest mom had just turned 13 and our oldest mom was 19 turning 20. In the Roma culture girls “marry” between the ages of 9 and 12 and start having babies soon after. A girl can get “married” a few ways. She is sold by her father, raped by someone and then taken as his wife, or the few just claim they are together, have sex and are married. Out of our seven families only two were married legally. All the others just claimed marriage and were married in the eyes of their people.

Romania in general is a poorer country and the town where we lived in was out in the country. A good income for a Romanian was comparable to about $300 US dollars, and for the Roma it was much less.  Even though there’s tons of need everywhere, the difference is you can SEE the need everywhere in Romania where in the states you have to look for it more; it’s not as obvious here. Here in The States we pray for God to show us someone in need whereas in Romania we didn’t need to pray for it, it was just there. You couldn’t walk through town without seeing someone in need. Every day we had people knocking on our door or front gate asking for something, most of the time, it was food. Occasionally they needed shoes or diapers for the kids. We did provide food packets every month and child resources weekly for the families.

We held weekly bible studies, brought the moms and babies to the center to teach them to how to bathe their children and babies, they would come once a week for showers and baths, and provided them with diapers and formula if needed.  We provided food while in the hospital as well as monthly packages, started a morning center for the kiddos who were 18 months or older, in-home financial budgeting lessons and guidance, and jobs for the men when we had them. Eventually the girls started making the joy beads as well.  We saw God work in and through us continually while we were there. But we enjoyed seeing it when the families we served saw and experienced God. One week, Chris figured out how much a family would need to make and how many days they needed to work to pay their bills for the month. Then they prayed for the work to come. The Roma have a hard time finding jobs in Romania because nobody really wants to hire them. As the week went by, we didn’t see the husband of one of the families at all until the end of the week. When we ran into him and asked him where he was, he replied that he was working all week. Then Chris reminded him that they had just prayed for work and how God provided. He thought for a second and his face lit up, like a light bulb turned on. It was awesome to see him recognize God’s provision and how He answered his prayer.

We also became their advocates in the medical system; we would take them to doctors and be their voice.  With the conditions in which they lived in, there were a lot of medical needs, especially with the young children. We would help with their medications, but also help them with their medical care. The Roma did not receive the best medical care and sometimes don’t receive any medical care at all. We would intercede for the families on a continual basis. Sadly I think the only reason our families got treatment is because we were with them and we were Americans and would give them money to get help.

 The conditions of the hospitals over there are not the same standards as our hospitals here in the states. One of our young families was having their first child. They had her in the delivery room while strapped down on a metal table. As we waited in the waiting room with her family and her husband we found out that she was going to need to have a C-Section. At that point the family got really anxious and we didn’t really understand why. We were told that while a procedure may be routine in the States, it can be dangerous over there. We prayed and then we talked with the doctor. We realized that they were not going to give anesthesia and that we had to bribe the doctor so they would give her the proper medications. 

Chris and I were a shoulder, a reprieve, an ear, and a friend. We LOVE them and miss them greatly. The Roma people gave us a piece of their hearts, which in a culture like theirs means more than any monetary item we could give them.    

My time in Romania has changed my prayer life and how I relate to God and others; always being thankful for what have. The Roma have an expectation that because we are Americans we are rich.  Their thoughts are we have unlimited resources and we are to help them.   There are times we have been exhausted by helping the families and others in the Roma village because after we help meet a need they automatically bring you a list of more to do, demanding you do them too. This was routine throughout our entire time there. Half way through our time there I realized that I am no different with my relationship with God. I have frequently given my “request” to God and when he answers I usually give him another list. With this perspective I have learned to stop and say thank you and appreciate what God has given us. And when I do ask a request I do it with a grateful and cheerful heart.

God used Romania to instill an excitement for watching God work in others life’s; rejoice with others and shoulder each other’s burdens.  He also reminded us of His provision.  One of the many opportunities that I, Chris, had was working with each family individually – a financial bible study teaching Gods principles on finances and helping them each create a budget for their family. During the process of helping them budget, and teaching them how to manage their resources, I noticed that God always provides exactly what the families needed. Now, the families mismanaged their funds but it was a revelation to me and a couple of them that He always provided and He expects us to be good stewards regardless of what stage of life we are in or how much is given. It was also eye opening to the concept of how we are slaves to our debts (Proverbs 22:7).

In the Roma village the concept of debt is handled rather differently than in the states and while helping the families budget, I realized they spend most of their time working to pay off debt. For us, going from both of us having full-time salaries in the States to an income that changed from month to month was unstable.  The funny thing for me, Steph, though is that I was never concerned about the money coming in while we were in Romania. I knew God wanted us there and that He would provide. Different story in the States, I remember before moving constantly being worried over money with both of us working two full-time jobs.

We may not have the luxuries that we had in the states, like consistent power, a washing machine that holds more than 5 pieces of clothing, and an oven that is no bigger than an easy bake, BUT we had EVERYTHING we needed and more plus we were extremely grateful that He continued to provide each month. We are more grateful for what we have we have A LOT to be thankful for and we have learned the blessings of complete reliance on God.


Our previous church was really big on community. We had been with our same group, before we left the states, for five years. We valued them we loved them. Going thousands of miles away where you know two people, only five speak the same language as you, your new “village” has no stoplights and only one stop sign, you have to drive 40 min for most everything was a huge culture shock, and that’s even before you get to the culture being a shock itself.  Our friends and family were now eight hours behind us time wise and trying to set up Skype or FaceTime dates presented its own challenges. All that to say we quickly realized how important community was/is to us and how isolating living in a strange country could be. Isn’t it wonderful that God knows us and he made us for biblical community? 

The church we attended in Romania was wonderful, three and a half hour long services may have taken us a bit to get use to but it was wonderful. The people were great and many spoke English. We were placed in a group with five other missionaries in the area! God gave us people who understood and were walking similar paths. We weren’t alone! One time we went to McDonalds after church (yes, they have McDonalds and yes, it is different) and we noticed there was a group of four Americans speaking English! We introduced ourselves and they told us they were missionaries as well. God did not leave us in isolation, but we had to take a step as well. It would have been easy to live “alone” physically, but spiritually and emotionally we needed each other. We cannot stress how important and valuable biblical community and fellowship is to us. We are so grateful to be at Calvary!

Romania Missions Part 1 by Steph & Chris Watkins


Chris and Stephanie Watkins began attending Calvary Baptist Church in April 2016 and reside in Grand Prairie, TX with their daughter, Ema.  The Watkins volunteer to teach regularly in the Boulevard (4 years old through kindergarten) area of Kid City.  They like to spend time outside in their community garden, camping, and spending time with friends playing games or watching movies.


In the spring of 2003, Chris was taking his first missions classes in seminary.  After each class he would be so excited about a new place we could go. He was onboard for missions and eager to launch.  He was not held back that he was in his first year of seminary out of four total.  Looking back, I believe this is when God first started cultivating Chris’ heart for missions. Mine on the other hand took some time. I probably told him “you’re crazy” more than a few times. Missions didn’t really “fit in” with what I thought our plans for our family should look like. I have a good friend from high school who was a missions major.  She planned to go into full-time overseas missions. I thought, “That’s awesome for her” and truly did see her excelling in the field, but I still didn’t think missions were for me.  After college, my friend moved to Romania and that’s when we started to hear about the country from a more personal side.  We visited in the fall of 2004 and fell in love with the people, culture, and country. I believe God used this trip to plant the seeds of missions in my heart.  Chris and I were both still in school so it wasn’t time just yet.

When we visited Romania in 2004 to say it was eye opening would be an understatement. There’s something about actually seeing with your eyes, smelling with your nose (yes smelling), holding with your arms, and hearing the sounds around you. There were street children everywhere; begging for food, money, candy - anything to fill their stomachs or hand off to their parents. If they weren’t begging, they were winding between you pick-pocketing to see what surprises they could find. Children were everywhere. I vividly remember going to dinner at a Romanian pizza parlor (not really similar to our pizza). The restaurant was covered with huge windows and our group was seated right near one. Throughout our entire meal there was a little blond boy just staring at us. Literally staring; big eyes peering at us as we ate. It was heartbreaking and also a good food suppressant! That little one went to bed with a full pizza belly that night. There was a noticeable difference between the Romanian street children and the Roma (or Gypsy) children on the street. The Romanian kiddos would instantly pocket the money or eat the food you gave them or they “found.” The Roma children would immediately take whatever you handed them to an adult that was peering nearby. In 2004, children and babies who were abandoned were left in the hospital until they were three. As long as their parents came to “visit” them once a year they could not be “abandoned/orphaned” and their parents would still be entitled to the money the government gives the families until the child is three. After three they went into orphanages. I should mention that adoption to The States, Americans, was closed at this time. Romanian babies that were abandoned were quickly adopted by other Romanians.  Roma babies on the other hand were not. We were not allowed to enter an orphanage while we were there.

Being in a third world country can sometimes challenge what you thought you believed. The churches in Romania are much more charismatic then what you would find in most churches in America. Taking away money and niceties can strip people down to the bare. People see blessings so much easier than Americans tend to. God is all they have.  Romania’s national religion is Greek Orthodox; yes, it is a religion. While we were in the city we visited a few churches (buildings). These churches literally have gold all over them. They are beautiful! They have huge paintings, beautiful stained glass work, gardens, old beautiful wooden pews, the décor was amazing. We heard stories of people hiding in their homes as the priests were knocking on their doors, because the priests would make these visits and the members were required to pay them. The church in Romania appears to be all about money. They do not believe in helping the people, and were mostly looking after themselves. The church is stuck in much legalism and even more in traditions. The Roma had their own church, but again it was very much about money. The prosperity message was mostly taught from the pulpit. Which pew you sat in in church depended on your “sins” and if the pastor had deemed you forgiven or not. The ones in front were doing good, the ones in the back not so well. The cool thing is we met missionaries from all over, obviously a few from all over The States, but also from The Netherlands, Sweden and England. God IS working through His church- His people.

In 2005-06 my friend started a foundation in Romania, specifically working with the Roma.  She asked us to sit on the board and being board members gave us an inside look at what was going on with Romanian laws, politics, needs and culture.  

It wasn’t until September 2011 that God opened the doors for us to go back to Romania again.  By 2011, Romania had just started a “foster care” system. Back in 2007, Romania had become part of the European Union. One of the stipulations of the EU was for Romania to “clean up” the street children problem. We saw some children out but not nearly as many. The hospitals were “cleaning out” the children which meant dumping many of them at last known addresses they had for their families. Some even with people who happened to be living at the last known address and had no relation or idea who the child was. Those who didn’t get “dumped” or left and went into the foster care program and problems too. The main problem being Romanians (Eastern Europeans) do not think highly of the Roma. So these children were not being treated with the most love or respect that should be. We spent most of our time in the little village of Tinca where the ministry we were board members of was placed. We were able to spend a lot of time with the children of the center, their families and others in the Roma village.

Chris and I felt the NEED to do something; to listen and to act.  If we’re being completely honest, there was a HUGE fear of fundraising of that magnitude, which kept us from leaping sooner than we did. We would constantly talk about the people, and the need, and being there, but felt completely stuck. We were there for ten days and leaving was one of the hardest things we did. God had burdened both our hearts for the needs there and finally fundraising was starting to look not so hard.  Summer of 2011 was a season of much thought and prayer for us.  We were feeling a heavy burden for the needy but were not sure where God wanted us. We came up with two options: (1) move to West Dallas, share Jesus, and help in one of the poorest areas of our city or (2) move to Salt Lake where Chris had been offered a job in one of the heaviest populated Mormon areas. Taking the job in Salt Lake meant we would have to fundraise for his salary. Then, sitting on the plane in September of 2011 heading back to the States, God threw another idea in the mix.

This idea was the one that burdened our hearts for many years, but we never thought the doors would open; becoming missionaries to the Roma. We struggled a bit with “are we pushing God?”, “does He really want us there”, or “are we following our own hearts desires?” We prayed, asked our community to pray, and finally in December of 2011 we both felt at peace as we sent out our first round of fundraising letters with a date of leaving for Romania in January 2013 - almost nine years after our first visit and 11 years after Chris’ missions class! 

Fundraising is a full-time job. Chris and I both worked stressful full-time jobs where overtime was the norm. Yet, the money kept coming in. We would talk about Romania and someone would come up and hand us a $500 check or write to us and make a $10 monthly commitment. God basically did all the fundraising. For Chris and I this felt like confirmation from Him letting us know Romania was where He wanted us.

Chris and I left the States on January 3, 2013 and arrived in Budapest, Hungary on the 5th. Budapest is the closest airport to Tinca, Romania; the place we would call home. We had arranged for a driver for the additional four to five hours it would take us to get there. Our first three months we lived in the team home, “Katartizo”, a six bedroom home that my friend’s ministry turned into a location teams could stay when they came on trips. In March, we moved into our permanent home which backed up to the Roma Village. Tinca, the “town” we lived in, was too small to be declared a town or city, it was a village. We had two main streets with one stop sign. We frequently walked from one side to the other several times a day, which was just at a mile. This was the norm for most villages in the area and the nearest “big” city was a drive of 45 minutes. In Tinca, the two main streets and right off of those were where the Romanians lived. Romania is still a country of segregation when it comes to the Roma. The Roma had their own section, which basically backed up to the Romanian part of the village.

Tinca had the biggest Roma population in our county. Roma, are nomadic by nature; they go where they can find food or money until they are kicked out or get bored and want to move on. As you drive through Romania, you see a few mud brick or falling down wooden shacks here and there. You see a lot of covered horse drawn carts as they are traveling, although not rare to see a Romanian in a horse and buggy too. What this means is for Tinca to have a Roma village of 3,000 was huge!  Plus, that’s only the 3,000 that were “documented”.  Tinca was also a village  human traffickers would frequent because a Gypsy gone missing is really not a big deal to them. The Roma village did not have running water, kitchens, or outhouses. Basically they were one room, falling down, critter infested huts. There was a constant stream of liquid running down the sides of the Roma dirt streets. In the winter as you walked in the Roma village you just kept telling yourself “it’s just mud, it’s just mud” knowing full well what you were stepping in. Between the Roma village and the livestock you can only imagine the smell; Romania’s distinct scent will forever be engraved in our noses. Our home, which mercifully did have indoor plumbing and a kitchen, backed up to the Roma Village. We walked in almost every night and spent time with our Roma families. We were also the first people they went to when they needed something.

In the next edition, we’ll share a more candid view of what daily life for the Roma looked like and how living out the Great Commission affected not just the Roma, but us as well.

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