Sunday, July 8, 2012

Church in the Rain?

Okay, I didn't actually have church in the rain, but I secretly wanted to.  I love the rain.  On a scale of 1 to 10, one being I hate the rain and ten being I want it to rain everyday I'm setting at a good 12.7.  Yes, 12.7.  Maybe it's because I'm a wanna be farmer, or because I've lived through an Oklahoma drought, or because I'm part Indian (which actually has no logical reason for being in this list other than the fact that one of my favorite childhood movies is Man of the House and the tribe learns to do an Indian rain dance). 

Moving on.

I did however go to church today, and it was raining.  The only bad thing about the service was it was in Spanish.  But I did pay attention and by the hand motions of the preacher I deduced that it was the story of Elijah and the rain cloud that started off the size of a man's fist.  You can read it in 1 Kings 18:40-46

Instead of writing about the rest of my day I'm just going to tell you some things I have experienced/seen while I've been here that took me a little by surprise.  Or things I just want to tell you.

  • The kids have a miniature panic attack when they don't have black crayons to color Adam and Eve's hair.
  • In the states kids often color mountains grey with a snow cap.  Here they color them green because the mountains around them are covered in green trees.
  • This one older man was eager to color, so I gave him a color sheet and some crayons.  He might have enjoyed it more than the kids.  Actually, I think he did.  My guess is he's never had the chance to color before.
  • When people pray here, they all pray their separate prayers at the same time.  I like it.
  • Occasionally I'll see a sign that I can actually read and it throws me off guard.  Why is that sign in English?  I have no idea.
  • When trying to tell a child what to draw for a certain day of creation, I pointed to a picture that also had words in Spanish and English.  What did the kid do?  He didn't copy the picture, or write the Spanish words; he wrote the English words. 

And that's all for now. 

3 comments:

  1. Meagan, I love rain too!

    That is the sweetest story of the old man who wanted to color! Love it!

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    1. I think my love for rain started when we were in Cardiff. Thanks for always stopping by, Saxon!

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  2. man of the house is so funny!

    i really enjoyed this post! :)

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