Straight From the Journal: Ireland Day 2-Lazarus and Hurling
A shower and a full night's sleep left me very refreshed this morning. We dressed up and went to Carrigaline Baptist Church, which was about 50 people in the Carrigaline Community Center. Alyssa, Devan, Jess and I helped teach Sunday school. The memory verse was John 11:25, and I told the story of Christ raising Lazarus from the dead. We explained how we are spiritually dead before salvation, and they drew pictures of the story while I taught. We did, however, have about twice as long as I originally anticipated, and we were starting to loose attention towards the end. But, thankfully, the other girls came up with some one-the-spot- ideas for games. I will be sure to pray for an 11 year old in the class, who says she isn't quite ready to follow Jesus. Even though her parents are Christians, and have taught her their faith, she doesn't quite know what's holding her back. She says she'll think about it more when she's older, but hopefully the Lord will do a work in her, and won't let her put off the thoughts anymore.
We went to lunch at the pastor's house, and had a delicious meal. I love how much everyone loves tea. Before lunch, the pastor's niece entertained us in the little backyard garden. She is so funny, and helped us to understand Ireland a bit. But after lunch, we heard about a tragic death in the community, and out hearts broke for the family and friends. Loss is never easy.
Although we came home sad, the rest of the afternoon was relaxing; Ross taught me about hurling. It's "an ancient Celtic sport, like grass hockey in the air". Still don't understand it, but it's oddly cool to watch. We then went to a small church where Matt gave a short sermon, and then Alyssa, Blake and I were interviewed briefly about our call to ministry and future plans. We met some very kind people; Alfred and Barbara spoke to me about their friend who they're trying to witness to, and how they came to know Christ. Tomorrow we rise early to begin TIM (training in mission).
We went to lunch at the pastor's house, and had a delicious meal. I love how much everyone loves tea. Before lunch, the pastor's niece entertained us in the little backyard garden. She is so funny, and helped us to understand Ireland a bit. But after lunch, we heard about a tragic death in the community, and out hearts broke for the family and friends. Loss is never easy.
Although we came home sad, the rest of the afternoon was relaxing; Ross taught me about hurling. It's "an ancient Celtic sport, like grass hockey in the air". Still don't understand it, but it's oddly cool to watch. We then went to a small church where Matt gave a short sermon, and then Alyssa, Blake and I were interviewed briefly about our call to ministry and future plans. We met some very kind people; Alfred and Barbara spoke to me about their friend who they're trying to witness to, and how they came to know Christ. Tomorrow we rise early to begin TIM (training in mission).
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