Hiya!
So, I started this book today that I have to read for our internship. It's called "Telling the Gospel through story" or something like that. And, I have to admit it, I'm on the third chapter and I'm agreeing with nearly everything he says. It's really exciting, and I am really curious to see how I can become a better story teller. I love stories. I love telling them, and I love listening to them. I have this friend back home called Virginia, and she often tells me stories. She thinks I'm not listening, but I do. I actually love hearing them no matter how much I tease her for them. But it reminded me of how true the book was. When we tell stories we relate to our listeners and give them facts we can actually remember. I can't remember a whole lot of facts from Church History (sorry Dr. Evans), but I can remember blips history's characters' lives. Martin Luther became a monk because he got freaked out over a lightning storm (St. Ann, St. Ann, I will become a monk!!). Calvin, I think it was, his dad wanted him to be a lawyer, but he went a completely different route. Augustine struggled with sexual temptations because he prayed, "Oh Lord, give me chastity, but not yet." These things I remember. But not all of the 6 or 7 different versions of the Atonement or anything like that (I remember substitutionary and devil-ransom. that's about it--should I be admitting this?).
At least for me, stories work. So pray for me, please, as I learn to tell a story in a way that makes sense and is effective for those who are listening. Sometimes I just get so excited that I talk in circles and lose them on the way.
But anyway! Back on to my stories over the past two days (since I'm rubbish at updating this every night!).
Yesterday began with Mother's and Toddlers as all Wednesdays do. It was a wonderful time as always, but I missed little Molly. I'm not sure where she was, but the morning just seemed a lot sadder without her. Barnaby even seemed quiet, but it was wonderful none the less. We played and had a grand time with the other kids. It as, honestly, spent more with the adult workers than with the kids on Wednesday, and perhaps that's why it felt sadder. I love those kids, and I absolutely love being there with them.
That afternoon I had a meeting with Raf before he went off to Spree. We're going to do the story of Ezekiel 37 for our service on hope, which I am really excited about. That story always blows me away, and I am so excited to be sharing that joy with the families of Gateway. So many people forget that this life isn't everything. They forget that God has something SO MUCH BETTER waiting for us. A place where there is no mourning, crying, death, or pain but one where we are complete. Our bones will no longer be dry, but God will put his Spirit in us. We will be complete, without sin, and live forever and ever in bodies that will never grow weary or sick!!! Perfect forever to live and to enjoy God and to be praising Him forever in whatever form that takes. My old Youth Pastor used to say we'd go planet hopping so that we could explore God's creation forever.
Why not? Why can't Star Trek be real?
"Space. The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. It's five year mission: to explore strange worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, and to boldly go where no man has gone before."
Geek ramble done.
After that I was ushered off to the Rhydyfelin kid's club where we played on the park. It seemed more tense than normal, so be praying for that group. Those kids don't really know what it means to be respectful, and sometimes it's hard to deal with. However, through love, we can show them Christ and what He has done for us. Through love we can earn their respect.
Bobby and I got to go down and find some goodies at the Tesco, and we bought this cute little pint-sized milk jug! YES! A JUG, not a carton, a jug. It was just so cute!!! Bobby thought it a waste since we had milk at the house, but I thought it was brilliant. It's on my desk now until I figure out what to do with it. Bobby doesn't want me to take it home, but it's just so cute! I don't know what to do with it. Then we watched some NCIS, which is fab. It was a restful night although I didn't get to bed early enough. I never do.
Since this is so long, and I can hardly keep my eyes open, I'll update on today tomorrow. Yes, I know. I'm rubbish at this updating thing, but that's okay.
Thank you for your love and support. I appreciate all of you so much. Time is flying here. It's already July 5, technically. 3.5 weeks until I'm Stateside. I don't know what to do about it.
I'll probably cry.
Ta-ta!
So, I started this book today that I have to read for our internship. It's called "Telling the Gospel through story" or something like that. And, I have to admit it, I'm on the third chapter and I'm agreeing with nearly everything he says. It's really exciting, and I am really curious to see how I can become a better story teller. I love stories. I love telling them, and I love listening to them. I have this friend back home called Virginia, and she often tells me stories. She thinks I'm not listening, but I do. I actually love hearing them no matter how much I tease her for them. But it reminded me of how true the book was. When we tell stories we relate to our listeners and give them facts we can actually remember. I can't remember a whole lot of facts from Church History (sorry Dr. Evans), but I can remember blips history's characters' lives. Martin Luther became a monk because he got freaked out over a lightning storm (St. Ann, St. Ann, I will become a monk!!). Calvin, I think it was, his dad wanted him to be a lawyer, but he went a completely different route. Augustine struggled with sexual temptations because he prayed, "Oh Lord, give me chastity, but not yet." These things I remember. But not all of the 6 or 7 different versions of the Atonement or anything like that (I remember substitutionary and devil-ransom. that's about it--should I be admitting this?).
At least for me, stories work. So pray for me, please, as I learn to tell a story in a way that makes sense and is effective for those who are listening. Sometimes I just get so excited that I talk in circles and lose them on the way.
But anyway! Back on to my stories over the past two days (since I'm rubbish at updating this every night!).
Yesterday began with Mother's and Toddlers as all Wednesdays do. It was a wonderful time as always, but I missed little Molly. I'm not sure where she was, but the morning just seemed a lot sadder without her. Barnaby even seemed quiet, but it was wonderful none the less. We played and had a grand time with the other kids. It as, honestly, spent more with the adult workers than with the kids on Wednesday, and perhaps that's why it felt sadder. I love those kids, and I absolutely love being there with them.
That afternoon I had a meeting with Raf before he went off to Spree. We're going to do the story of Ezekiel 37 for our service on hope, which I am really excited about. That story always blows me away, and I am so excited to be sharing that joy with the families of Gateway. So many people forget that this life isn't everything. They forget that God has something SO MUCH BETTER waiting for us. A place where there is no mourning, crying, death, or pain but one where we are complete. Our bones will no longer be dry, but God will put his Spirit in us. We will be complete, without sin, and live forever and ever in bodies that will never grow weary or sick!!! Perfect forever to live and to enjoy God and to be praising Him forever in whatever form that takes. My old Youth Pastor used to say we'd go planet hopping so that we could explore God's creation forever.
Why not? Why can't Star Trek be real?
"Space. The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. It's five year mission: to explore strange worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, and to boldly go where no man has gone before."
Geek ramble done.
After that I was ushered off to the Rhydyfelin kid's club where we played on the park. It seemed more tense than normal, so be praying for that group. Those kids don't really know what it means to be respectful, and sometimes it's hard to deal with. However, through love, we can show them Christ and what He has done for us. Through love we can earn their respect.
Bobby and I got to go down and find some goodies at the Tesco, and we bought this cute little pint-sized milk jug! YES! A JUG, not a carton, a jug. It was just so cute!!! Bobby thought it a waste since we had milk at the house, but I thought it was brilliant. It's on my desk now until I figure out what to do with it. Bobby doesn't want me to take it home, but it's just so cute! I don't know what to do with it. Then we watched some NCIS, which is fab. It was a restful night although I didn't get to bed early enough. I never do.
Since this is so long, and I can hardly keep my eyes open, I'll update on today tomorrow. Yes, I know. I'm rubbish at this updating thing, but that's okay.
Thank you for your love and support. I appreciate all of you so much. Time is flying here. It's already July 5, technically. 3.5 weeks until I'm Stateside. I don't know what to do about it.
I'll probably cry.
Ta-ta!
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