Four nights a week, since arriving in Kantharalak, Janna,
Jordan, and I taught a class of very small children how to speak English. When class began three weeks ago, none of the
students could speak any English. All of the children now know the following:
  • Head, Eyes, Ears, Mouth, Nose, Shoulders, Elbow,
    Hand, Fingers, Arm, Stomach, Leg, Knees, Foot, Toes
  • Right and Left
  • Run, Walk, March, Nod, Skip, Jump, Shake, Sit,
    Stand, Clap
  • January, February, March, April, May, June,
    July, August, September, October, November, December
  • Hello, how are you?
  • I am fine, thank you.
  • What is your name?
  • My name is…
  • My nickname is… (because the Thai names are
    crazy long)
  • When is your birthday?
  • My birthday is in…
  • Nice to meet you.
  • Nice to meet you, too.
  • Good Bye.
  • Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, Good
    Night
  • Numbers 1-12, 15, 30, and 45
  • Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Pink,
    Brown, White, Black

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 Janna, Jordan, and I with our English class.
 
All of the students on our last night.

 

Matthew and Weston also taught an English class, but they
taught the older kids. They taught their students words like: Intangible,
Democracy, Existentialism, Hypostatic Union,* etc… I am way jealous.
 
 Some of our students with the Thai-English bibles we gave them.
 
Either way it has been quite the learning experience, as I
have learned quite a bit about finding joy in things that I would typically not
enjoy (i.e. teaching children) because they allow us a chance to proclaim the
Gospel and build up the local church. The
last night of class we invited all the students to come back for a
presentation, where we did a skit, gave testimonies, and did our best to
proclaim the Gospel. I was glad to be
done with English, but I really wish I had more opportunities to pour into the
children and talk to their parents about Christ.
 
Matthew and Weston’s English class.
 

 Our last night of class we were given flowers, scarfs, potpuri, key chains, and candy by the students and parents.
 
*As Weston was proof-reading this blog post he informed me
that he didn’t actually know what Hypostatic Union meant; therefore, there
might possibly be a small chance that I might have exaggerated a little bit,
maybe.