This past May, I visited the church where I was in confirmation class. Back then, I was 19 and my hair may have been a little longer. I opted out on the very last class. Pastor and I disagreed on too many scripture interpretations. As one who has translated scripture into other languages, I know the importance of the work. Pray for missionaries as they speak in a new tongue.
While I had spoken to deaf people, speaking to a blind and deaf person removed me from my comfort zone. I had no training in this. I just placed their hands on mine and started speaking. Wow! It is worth repeating: Wow!
A couple in our Sunday School class received the run-a-round about a purchase. The business would not honor the agreement. They returned and returned again. Frustration. As I sat in class my mind went to the drawing board. This is not from A Baptist Speaks in Tongues or doesn’t, but shows what just about everyone goes through some days with or without Prozac.
For those who tried to leave me a phone message, know about the different language options. Like the cartoon; pressing the key you want doesn’t get you English. Pray for missionaries as they share the Gospel in other languages.
Not all the Brunsons ate these animals, but someone in our family ate one of these. Only one ate a termite (not pictured) and the one who ate dog is now a vegetarian. Hmmm? In Mongolia, we used yak butter, but never found yak on sale. The first night in Kenya we ate wart hog and later cooked zebra a few times (the other stripped meat). Chapter 66. Pray for missionaries as try new things in a new culture.
The disciples speaking in all those different languages on the day of Pentecost sounds so exciting. I used a little poetic license do draw Peter.
I am not sure which language the donkey spoke, maybe Moabitese, but not Hebrew since Balaam was not Hebrew. Your thoughts? If my donkey spoke, I would name him Grady. Always be in prayer for missionaries as they witness in another tongue.