
Where were they coming from??
I watched them pour out of the tiny classrooms like ants. Out of each itty-bitty space came the rushing wave of about one hundred children. (Did you get that? One hundred children per classroom...insanity.)
They gather together and the "program" starts. There are prayers, singing, and a collection is taken; then it's Andrew's turn.
It's kind of hard to teach in the wide open outdoors to 800 kids with no microphone. As Andrew talks, I notice that the children on the ends of the semi-circle continue to move closer and closer to where we are sitting...they are so intrigued by Anaiah and Evan. I continue to remind myself that even though not all of them can hear Andrew's teaching, just our example to them is worth a lot. They watch EVERY single move we make with our children. (No pressure, right?!)
Andrew teaches about the Good Samaritan, then as the time comes for the children to resume school activities, it seems as though the walls are closing in on us....I keep an eye out for Anaiah, as her white skin soon disappears. Frank rescues her, although she did not seem as overwhelmed as I would have been.
After sharing in some snacks and fellowship, our goodbyes are said. We head out for the day with two very tired children, assuring everyone that we WILL come back to visit soon. We feel blessed and pray that they feel that way too.