ministry. It’s a strange thought. It feels like we just got here and
it also feels like we’ve been here forever.
an hour away down quite a few bumpy roads. We spent the day going door
to door in the community learning about problems the people face,
hearing their stories, and sharing some of our own stories.
the houses are simple concrete buildings with basic utilities, but most
of them are empty bamboo huts – raised up on stilts (to avoid flooding)
with see-through floors and leaky roofs.
of parents whose daughter was assasinated less than a year ago, drivers
of some of the Jeepneys that drive us around town, some beautiful
others – from all walks of life, and a whole lot of children.
space to sing songs, play some games, and to teach the story of the
prodigal son. They are an incredible group of kids, they sang really
loud and were glued to the story while we acted it out.
invited them to a feeding that will take place this afternoon at 4:30.
We are thinking there will probably be a ton of kids. Yesterday there
were close to 100 and it was only our first day in the community.
language barrier wouldn’t be too much of a problem and that the Spirit
would come through in our conversations to give birth to things that
last.