If Everyday is Like a Saturday…

When I first got here, I had a lot of trouble keeping track of what day it is.  I figured that this was as a result of not having a regular job.  All the days kind of merge into one long day of service-hanging out-service-hanging out.  In other words, like Jaime told me ‘while you’re here, every day is going to feel like a Saturday.’  To explain what I meant, I’m going to take you all through Monday May 7. (Short version, I promise)

On Mondays, our Hindi group heads to Negril.  On the way, we stopped in Lucea and studied with a Pakistani man named Ashok.  He actually has a Catholic background and has a solid foundation of Bible knowledge. It was a quite a chore trying to understand him sometimes; even though he speaks English he refused to speak to us in anything other than Urdu.  Guess I need to pick up the effort with my Hindi, since Carol is handing this study to me! We had a good discussion out of the Bible teach book, him in Urdu as I followed along in Hindi.

After spending most of the day in Negril in service, we went to Rick’s Café, a touristy restaurant set on a short cliff with places to dive into the ocean and a beautiful view of the sunset.  There we met an English family that Carol works with in England who were on vacation.  It proved to be a good witness, especially for the man, who was stunned that two English girls would meet with a Jamaican and an American and get along so well even though we’d known each other for such a short time.  We also met up with another Witness couple who are here for a few months from England.  They will be pioneering here for the summer, and may do a bit of Chinese while they are here.

After we left Rick’s, we stopped at another shop on the beach and talked to the Pakistani man there.  We then drove back to Lucea and met up with Ashok and his brother Putrus for a late dinner.  They fed us awesome Pakistani food, showed us some video of their parents 50^th wedding anniversary and generally chatted us up. By the time we were heading home, it was near 11 at night.  Good preaching, good food, good friends, what else can you ask for in a Saturday?:)