Straight from the Journal: Ireland Day 3-Surveys and Cold Hands

Today has been a full day, sunrise to sunset. We got up a bit earlier than yesterday, to head to Dr. Wellum's lecture on the person of Christ and Sola Scriptura. We had to wait a few minutes, because there was a Zumba class in the room that had been booked. Alyssa, Devan, and I manned the booksale table, all of which were offered to the students at a discounted price. There's not many resources for pastors (and laypersons alike) to dive deeper. There was a picinic-style lunch waiting for us at the church office, and we then left to evangelize, specifically to international people. It wasn't too difficult, Cork is one of the most diverse places in the world, and surveys are an easy way to talk to people. I was paired with Andrew, who is the pastor of a local church plant here. It was encouraging to hear his heart for ministry, and the love he has for his wife and children. We got to have several good Gospel conversations, invite them to the international cafe, and pass out Gospel tracks. Andrew spoke to a Muslim guy who felt bad for working as a bartender. Then we spoke to two young Muslim women who were from Bangladesh and appeared to be going to a wedding! They were very dressed up. Then I was able to share with a girl from Saudi Arabia (her name meant "smile"). A little ways down the road, Andrew tried to speak to a man who was very drunk, and apparently just gotten out of prison. He was speaking mostly Irish, so I couldn't understand anything expect "your hands are cold".
We went to Jonny's house for a brief recess and dinner before we headed out to pass out flyers for a music event on Wednesday. Jonny's niece volunteered to go with me, so I got to hear her whole testimony, and I tried to be an encouragement to her. She's at an age that's so important; beginning to figure out life and how important you're going to make your faith. I remember being 15 and not having many Christian friends; not having many people to spur you on, to tell you to love Christ more. But then...we got split up. For talking to much. Whoops. Oh well. Between four of us, we passed out nearly 300 flyers, so we each covered quite a bit of ground. Our feet are tired but we sleep well.

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