On our first trip to Lithuania, our mission team spent the last night near our airport. Breakfast was served in our rooms. It was simple fare tea, bread, cheese and ham a typical Eastern European breakfast, at least in post-Soviet days. Because my bags were packed, I collected the trays and returned them to the small kitchen. "Thank you," I said to the young woman who had prepared our meal. A little surprised that she didn't need to climb the stairs for the umpteenth time to gather the trays, she asked if I would like to have more tea. As I drank another cup of tea, she asked a surprising question. "What makes your group so joyful?"