It's Finally Connecting
It was a typical day in
rainy season. The air felt heavy and sticky, and it looked as if it could rain
soon. I carried my umbrella under my arm, along with a bag carrying my
bible, some water, some paper and crayons.
Today was our first day
of the new ladies bible study. They had asked me to go through a bible
study book with them, but I hoped to teach it in a way that would
connect.
I am always a little
nervous before leading a Bible study. When I arrived at the church, the
front gate was locked. I maneuvered through the mud, over to the pastor's
house to ask for the key. Thankfully his son was outside and soon fetched it
for me.
But then the pastor's
wife, Marienela, came out. She didn't think we should start the bible study
today. A couple of the ladies were away, and she didn't want them to miss out.
I sighed, pushing down my frustration. I had planned the whole week around this
Bible study, and had turned down another invitation because I had said I would
be here.
Not wanting to let it
get to me, I stayed for a few minutes chatting with Marienela, and then started
heading home. I was barely out of the church yard when three other ladies came
walking up the lane, children in tow.
"You're not
leaving, are you?" One of them asked. It was well past the time the
study was supposed to start, but I knew they had come from the far end of the
neighborhood. We stopped there and I told them what Marinela had said.
"Please, let's do
the Bible study anyway, even though not everyone is here." They
begged. I was more than happy to agree.
Soon we were all settled
in the church, plastic chairs set in a circle. We started and the other ladies
trickled in little by little. By the end there were over ten of us.
The class that day was
supposed to be on the story in John 4 about the Samaritan woman who Jesus met
at the well. I had planned to read through the passage and then
illustrate it together. About halfway through the reading, I regretted
it. The reading was painfully difficult for several of the ladies, and the
elderly woman to my right was nodding off.
But I patiently waited
until they were done. Then I got out a table and covered it with paper. I
handed out the crayons and told them that we were going to illustrate the
story. They hesitated a few minutes, giggling and saying that the felt
like little kids. However, soon they got to work and there was much
discussion about what should be drawn.
Once finished (I wish I
had a picture of it) we stood around, looking down at their drawing, full of
stick figures and fanciful illustrations. We retold the story, using the
drawing to remind us of the key points. I had a list of several questions
to spark discussion about the story. I asked the first question.
One woman answered, than another. Soon the conversation switched
from Spanish to Woun Meu. One idea lead to another, as they found
themselves relating to the story, both to the woman who had such an incredible
encounter with the Son of God, and her village, who were ready to believe.
As one comment lead to
other, you could feel in the air the excitement as the truth in God's word made
them come alive. You could also feel the hunger. How could they have an
encounter with God? Were they ready to take this good news to others, as the
woman had? Were they ready to receive the word? Were they eager to believe?
I simply stood back and
let the conversation flow. The rest of my questions were not needed. They
got it. They were connecting with God, and with his word. My role as
teacher was done for that day.
The sun was getting low
in the sky, the children were getting restless, and dinners were waiting to be
made at home. We reluctantly brought the meeting to a close. Several
ladies mentioned how much they had enjoyed the illustrating and storytelling.
"I must be a little
child, because I understand it so much better this way,” Laughed one of the
women. The others agreed. Well, according to Jesus, being like a
little child is a good thing.
We left with joy in our
hearts. I rejoiced because I had observed something beautiful that afternoon.
God let me play a part in bringing his word to those who were hungry for
it. They rejoiced because they had come needing to hear from God, and he
had spoken.
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