Yesterday morning two of us went to the school to have a Bible study. We planned (read this as Wilson planned and I agreed) a few small simple games, songs, a lesson with review, a verse and questions to go along with the theme of Who God Is. More than 50 kids showed up, and you can't believe how wonderful it was. Their ages were as mixed as their levels of faith in God. Every child was engaged, the 2 hours flew by, and we all went away full. Today we plan to do the same thing on the topic of sin. Tomorrow, or maybe even today, we will follow that up with a lesson on being a new creation in Christ.
After one of the teenagers fixed my hair, she and I had a good chat about life's choices, and Gods redeeming love. My prayer for her is that she accepts the forgiveness offered, and truly experiences it in her heart. then she will have joy and not feel condemnation.
Later in the day, we walked up to Bambou to present a similar program right among the houses. We had only been there a short while when it started to rain. The sprinkles turned into a downpour. Not so bad for the girls who were close to the houses, but the guys had gone a little ways away to play soccer. They came running back after trying to play in the rain, completely drenched. We all had a good laugh, and then had a captive audience for the lessons. Here we talked about being afraid vs having faith and not being afraid. Wilson used the story of Jesus walking on the water. There were over 20 kids that joined us here. My favorite was a little tyke that looked to be about 3 years old (which means he was probably 4 or 5). In the middle of the lesson he walked away, his little bum cheeks peeking out under the long shirt he was wearing. He came back a few minutes later carrying a large plastic jug, like a gas container, that was bigger than he was. I couldn't believe this little guy was going to the well to get water with that huge thing. How would he carry it full of water? Well, he had another plan! He plunked it on the ground and then sat on it! I laughed out loud. There was such a beautiful dichotomy between this half dressed, shoeless, muddy faced and legged boy who went home to get a bucket to sit on rather than sit on the grass, I just had to smile. I love this place!
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