Southeast Asia Day Three

When in doubt just wave your hands and look confused! Well it is 10:16p.m. and I am sitting in my hotel eating grape nerds... ready to hit the sack. It's been a long but very fruitful day. We headed out early this morning in search of some breakfast. TW is such a little overachiever so she had been working her way through her English to Asian language dictionary and had located key words such as "bakery" and "breakfast." So JW and TW and I are walking down this busy street with office buildings and shops all around stopping people and pointing excitedly to these key words followed by shrugged shoulders and both palms pointing heavenward. (we were almost sure that this was the universal sign for "where?" but I will have to ask Linday B to be sure :) . An Amazing Man of G*d Our group met together for another very moving time of talking to Father. We then split our team into two and one team went out to walk through the town asking Father for the city while our team went to meet with a local P*stor. It was a very important time since we have been asking Father to guide us to the local man of G*d that can lead us forward in reaching out to the M People. WE BELIEVE WE HAVE FOUND THAT MAN. A very humble man, who is well educated in the word with great compassion for the M People. And, he has actually been ridiculed somewhat by the religious leaders of the city for being to "conservative in doctrine." Now that's a CHFBC kind of guy. We will spend some time talking to father about this but he seems like just what Father ordered. This is the second largest evangelical congregation in town and they run only about 20 in their service. Impromptu Concert at the City Square I have never used a guitar on a trip to Southeast Asia. Not sure why, it's almost a trademark everywhere else but it just hasn't seemed to be a fit. But this time, even in our preparation meetings we knew it would be important. So, I borrowed one from one of our company people here, quickly restrung it and we headed out tonight to see what Father might do. Each city in this part of the world has a huge square where the local government puts on programs in the evening. We arrived to find it filled with thousands of people who watched as the local policemen's choir did a stately concert. We found a corner just far enough away and started singing any "western music" we could think of. We had been informed today by locals that the officials would be there so all the music had to be filtered so as not to arouse suspicion. Especially since I would be leading out and I already have a limited VISA. So our repertoire included everything from "It's A Great Day to Praise The Lord " (with words changed to It's a Great Day to Be Alive) to John Denver's "Country Roads", (No word changes needed.) It took a while to get a crowd around but eventually it became another night I will never forget. Over 100 nationals were gathered around us singing what they could and doing the motions with us. There was such laughter and good will in the air. That is what we were asked to do. In the end, there were children lined up to take pictures with the Americans and kids and adults alike were shaking our hands. And, as only Father could do, he worked it out for several local high school teachers to be there which resulted in an invitation to sing at the school tomorrow. DOORS ARE OPENING AND WE ARE WALKING THROUGH!