Can't trust that day....

My morning got started off right with a club at the Salvation Army in South Boston. We taught between 60-80 children, and it was so much fun! It is definitely different to teach large groups, but it is also very exciting. There were plenty of counselors from the Salvation Army to keep the kids in line, so we were able to focus on teaching. Four children prayed to receive Christ, and that made it a happy morning indeed! Praise the Lord!

Tamara didn't feel well enough to teach clubs this afternoon, so guess who got to pick up Chris and drive to our two afternoon clubs? Moi. Again, I'm just praising God for the peace He continues to give me when being continually faced with unpredictable and (potentially) uncomfortable situations. I've discovered that driving in Boston is like Broken Bow driving on a larger scale - I have to drive defensively and not expect anybody else to follow traffic laws. :-)

I'm increasingly amazed at the wonderful conversations that I am able to have with children concerning spiritual issues. That is probably my most favourite part of teaching. Sometimes I wish we could just stop and have Random Spiritual Question discussions. That is what makes me excited about eventually becoming involved in long-term discipleship (through Good News Clubs) where I can build lasting relationships with children and be able to spend more time just answering difficult questions they might have. I find it so thrilling when children seem to "get it" and are eager to ask questions. I inwardly do the Napoleon Dynamite "YESSSSS!" :-)

During our second afternoon club, one little boy took it upon himself to start hollering one horrible profanity after another. I stopped the lesson and firmly told him that we did not allow bad language in our club and that if he wanted to speak that way he was going to have to leave. Thankfully, that quieted him down. Later on during the club, I was explaining how Jesus chose to let men arrest Him, beat Him, and nail Him to the cross. This same little boy raised his hand and said, "Yeah, but they didn't understand. They killed Him because He said that He was going to tear down the temple and raise it again in three days. They didn't know that He had to die for our sins." I was shocked: this was coming from the same mouth that was just swearing uncontrollably. If this child could transfer his amount of head knowledge to his heart, imagine what could happen! I hope that he comes back to club tomorrow.

Driving to clubs, teaching clubs, and driving back from clubs is rather tiring. I need to go to bed.