TGIF people! I had another crazy day at work/school...I taught and observed non-stop, but the day goes by so much faster when there's no down time. I'm trying to just soak up every minute I have with my Thai students, because I know that I'm going to miss them so much when I have to leave. I helped out the sexy British PE teacher today with a few of his classes and that was super fun! He's such a goofball...I don't know why but I'm always a sucker for the goofy guys. Haha. Plus, seeing a guy play around with kids and laugh and be all cute like that is probably one of the most attractive things ever. That and hearing guys talk to dogs in ridiculous baby-voices. Haha. That's too cute. Ok...I digress. Anyway, today was a lot of fun at school. I've found a new favorite Thai food--fried chicken wrapped up in sticky rice. Now that mess is good! I could eat that for every meal! Allison and I also ate this random tortilla type thing with a hotdog and ham and sauces and such wrapped up in it....and then we had a banana fritter and egg thing from a street vendor. So, I think I was losing weight more when I hated the food because now I just eat the junk out of everything. You only live once right? When we were leaving school, we saw a random truck full of soldiers. I love it how everyone just blatantly stares at us. Yay for ego boosts! Those boys got super excited when I whipped out the camera to take a picture of them. Haha...It was cute. I say "cute" a lot don't I?After school we had to meet up with Prateep (again) to go to some Thai dancing thing. Woo. See ya Friday night. We met him at 5:30 to go get dinner and the dance started at 7:30. We didn't get home until 10:30. UGH! The dance thing was incredibly boring, and it was some kind of ancient Thai dancing that's supposedly passed down from the gods. I'm sorry...I love Thai culture, but I wasn't impressed. Haha. The costumes were the coolest thing about it, but looking at the same costumes for an hour and half got old. Ok ok...I'm going to stop complaining now. Enough about that.
After we got back home, we were hungry again (we don't really eat anything Prateep orders because he always gets the gross Thai food). So, Allison and I walked across the street to Co Co
Walk. We're pretty outgoing people, so we saw some white people and asked to sit with them and hang out. They were two guys from South Africa--Donivan and Graham. They are teachers at BCC's rival school Assumption College, and they've been in Thailand for like 5 years. Graham just got married to a Japanese woman and has a baby on the way. I thought that was pretty cool. Anyway, I feel like every person we meet it's the same old story. We talk about Thailand and our experiences...then move on to American entertainment ("What's your favorite band?"...then American politics ("How do you like Obama?")...and then it evolves into a discussion about religion. I love it how God continues to open doors for us to talk about Him, but I just feel like such a failure most of the time. These guys were intellects, and at times they were rather rude about Christianity. Allison and I proudly said that we were Christians and did our best to explain why and answer their jabbing questions. While we were talking, a random person walked up to our table and asked where we were from...he was a Jewish man from Israel so I got too excited about that and I showed him my Hebrew tattoo that I got in Jerusalem. He read it and said, "You gotta have faith right?" HE UNDERSTOOD IT!!! Haha...I was just so happy about that! It was so cool! We then talked about where all I'd been in Israel and stuff like that. Gosh, that was a good break from the torture of the South African Christianity conversation. So after that guy walked away, we kept talking to Donovan and Graham. They weren't budging at all, and Donovan just straight up asked me, "So are you saying you believe that I'm going straight to hell if I don't believe in your God or Jesus." That's honestly the first time someone has been so point-blank with me about it. Part of me wanted to be like, "Ohhh I'm not judging you...blah blah blah." But NO. I said, "I'm sorry but yeah...I do believe that if you don't believe in God and Jesus that you're going to hell." It broke my heart to say that, but I had no choice. I'm not about to tip toe around the truth, especially when God's called me to stand up for Him. We were ready to go home anyway, but after that comment, the conversation was pretty much done-zo. We said bye to the guys, and one of them jokingly (or probably mockingly) said, "Well, we'll see ya in hell!"When we got back to our room, I laid down to go to sleep and silent tears just fell onto my pillow. It hurts being rejected. It hurts not knowing how to approach people. It hurts feeling like I'm letting God down. It's frustrating, and I hate it. Allison and I talked about it, and the only consolation we have is that any way you look at it, God's using us. Even if we don't see results, we're planting seeds. We're all farmers, everywhere we go. Now, I just gotta pray that God lets it rain on those seeds.
"Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain." -1 Corinthians 15:58
I'm out.
Cwalk.
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