“We are fast approaching the singing from our students.”
I turned to Olivia who was directing the concert with me and said, “I don’t think ‘fast approaching’ is the best way to describe it.” We both laughed as we looked at the time on our phones. The concert had been scheduled for 7pm, and it was already almost 9pm, yet the choir had not yet sung a single song.
“Please tell your church that we thank them for letting you come and minister to us.”
The Ghanaian man who translated for me as I preached thanked me profusely for coming to his church while the congregation nodded their heads in agreement. It meant so much to them that my church in Minnesota would share me with them for a Sunday, one-third of the way around the globe.
Plop…plop…plop, plop…plop, plop, plop…
*Fwwooooooooooo!*
The rain started falling, slowly at first, but it quickly increased in magnitude as the wind also started to surge through the open windows.
“In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light my strength, my song; This Cornerstone, this solid Ground, Firm through the fiercest drought and storm…”
“It’s new technology. There are only three of them in the world, and we have two of them,” the security guard said to me when I asked about the sci-fi-looking security scanners. Almost every time you enter a building in Washington D.C., you’re required to go through a security check, but none of them is as fancy as the ones you encounter when you walk through the doors of the Museum of the Bible.
Yesterday I shared about my recent method for teaching the kids in my church. Rather than just telling them more Bible stories, I have structured my lessons to be focused more on answering questions they have. The results have been quite favourable for a variety of reasons.
Today, I want to tell you about Sunday School this last week. I was given the reins to the 3rd-5th grade class, but I did not have much time to prepare something. My good friend Drew Baby (if you don’t know who that is, yeah, that’s his nickname) also joined me in class.