Such a variety of experiences, for Paul, all in one day, I just had to tell you.
First he went to a school in the Paarl area, and got THE blank look. Most schools remember the appointment. But some: "Who are you? What are you doing in our school? WHO scheduled you here?" That sort of thing. Most of the time, someone figures out who done it, and he is at last allowed to speak. Today it didn't work. Nobody would admit to anything, and was told, "Sorry" at the 8 o'clock appointment. So he did some other errands until the 10:00 appointment, and that one was a success!
There he also got the blank look, but the principal saved the day! She acted like she didn't know what he was talking about, but then decided to go for it. She called the entire school outside to the courtyard of the school, and it was a school! One thousand, three hundred, forty five students! That sort of made up for the other one falling through.
So Paul had to hustle to get his easel and chalk equipment set up, and then away they went. He always asks lots of questions as he preaches, and after a few minutes, he could tell this group of Xhosa kids wasn't understanding too much, though they were watching him draw pretty respectfully. He asked for an interpreter, and the principal stepped in again! He said the students listened so well, and she was also quick to squelch a little pushing incident that was starting in the middle of that huge crowd of kids standing up listening.
The kids were attentive, and responsive at the invitation. One time they all started waving their hands at a part when he hadn't asked for a response, so he wasn't sure what was going on with the translator at that point, but it seemed like a good thing.
He left, there and started for home and next came a hitch hiker. This hitch hiker had an unusual job: he pays the fines for Taxi Drivers. Now a South African taxi, is a 12 (or 30?) passenger van that works like a bus. Taxi drivers are notoriously rude drivers, but I had no idea a man could make a living just paying their fines for them. Interesting.
So Paul got to talk to him about the Lord, and he asked the Lord to save him! He asked for our phone number so he could get further counseling.
It was quite a positive day. Not to mention working at home and fun with the kids and counseling in a divorce situation.
First he went to a school in the Paarl area, and got THE blank look. Most schools remember the appointment. But some: "Who are you? What are you doing in our school? WHO scheduled you here?" That sort of thing. Most of the time, someone figures out who done it, and he is at last allowed to speak. Today it didn't work. Nobody would admit to anything, and was told, "Sorry" at the 8 o'clock appointment. So he did some other errands until the 10:00 appointment, and that one was a success!
There he also got the blank look, but the principal saved the day! She acted like she didn't know what he was talking about, but then decided to go for it. She called the entire school outside to the courtyard of the school, and it was a school! One thousand, three hundred, forty five students! That sort of made up for the other one falling through.
So Paul had to hustle to get his easel and chalk equipment set up, and then away they went. He always asks lots of questions as he preaches, and after a few minutes, he could tell this group of Xhosa kids wasn't understanding too much, though they were watching him draw pretty respectfully. He asked for an interpreter, and the principal stepped in again! He said the students listened so well, and she was also quick to squelch a little pushing incident that was starting in the middle of that huge crowd of kids standing up listening.
The kids were attentive, and responsive at the invitation. One time they all started waving their hands at a part when he hadn't asked for a response, so he wasn't sure what was going on with the translator at that point, but it seemed like a good thing.
He left, there and started for home and next came a hitch hiker. This hitch hiker had an unusual job: he pays the fines for Taxi Drivers. Now a South African taxi, is a 12 (or 30?) passenger van that works like a bus. Taxi drivers are notoriously rude drivers, but I had no idea a man could make a living just paying their fines for them. Interesting.
So Paul got to talk to him about the Lord, and he asked the Lord to save him! He asked for our phone number so he could get further counseling.
It was quite a positive day. Not to mention working at home and fun with the kids and counseling in a divorce situation.
OK, so the flower picture had nothing to do with this day, but I thought it was cute. It's from apple picking in August.
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