Day 6

Wednesday, Isaiah, Kai, John and myself continued to pass out fliers at a local elementary school with the help of Tomo Takahashi. It went quite well. Thursday we will go to one more school and then begin distributing fliers into mail boxes, which thankfully isn’t illegal here.

We also said goodbye to Makoon who had been with us since we got here. Ma is a Korean gentlemen who had been here visiting, with the intent to return shortly as a missionary. There’s something to say about the passion one sees in Asian believers, it’s a passion for God unlike any other I have seen. It is unfortunate that it is not as common in the states. My guess would be that it is because many of these souls have seen much persecution as opposed to persecution being pretty much non existent in the States.

Lunch time rolled around and as we were walking down the street we ran into Sensei, who happened to be looking for Yoshie to go out to lunch. As he departed from us one minute later we ran into Yoshie as she was looking for Sensei. Not too long after we realized they were following us and we all had lunch together. It was a great time of fellowship and of course good food.

Later on in the afternoon, Isaiah and I scoped out the local Camera Store (Bic Camera) which is a 7 story building not just filled with cameras. 2 of the floors are actually dedicated to art and crafts supplies, which was great for us as we continued to hunt for VBS supplies. We found some stuff we wanted but decided to check out the 100 yen store the next day to compare some prices and get more ideas. However, I must admit and gave into the temptation of materialistic idolatry and purchased a new camera… But my camera had broken so I think the purchase was justified. ;-)

Anywho, that evening we had our weekly prayer meeting at the church, and it was an awesome time of fellowship and worship. As we sang, heard a short message from Sensei and prayed together. How neat it is to be sitting in a room with souls praying together in multiple languages and yet still praying to the same God with a common purpose. One can really experience the body of Christ when serving abroad.

I do have to share an experience though. Wednesday was a day filled with culture defining moments. I don’t think I could have felt more American. I was carrying my laundry around in a plastic Wal-Mart bag and had McDonalds for dinner…

Thank you again for all of your prayers. Jamatane! (See you later).