Did you hear about the soccer game between Bangkok and
Phuket? It was a “Thai” game!
It’s been somewhat tough posting a lot of blogs, b/c in a
sense, there wasn’t THAT much to write home about. Our team taught English in
the mornings to 5 students, then to two classes in the evening. I was in charge
of one of the evening classes along with Brad. At first, we had 6 people signed
up from a local moped shop. The first day, only 2 showed up-one salesman Anan,
and his female friend, Yim. I believe this was God’s doing. Having 6 people
with 6 diff levels would make it harder to teach. Plus, it became 2 on 2 rather
than 2 on 6 when we got to share personal stories and testimonies. We got to
share bible stories, about Jesus, and on our last night, they let me pray for
them. They were very receptive, and I believe that we have planted a seed in
their hearts.
On one weekend, we got to visit a wedding in a Lahu village,
one of the hill tribe villages in Northern Thailand.
We shared one large room between all the guys and girls plus
a few others, ate local foods, which I loved (do I ever not love food?), played
games and sang songs with the local children, prayed over them, and observed a
traditional Lahu wedding presided by a Korean minister who spoke perfect Thai.
They also had slaughtered a cow and two pigs for the wedding meals, which I
opted out to witness. I did, however, try the raw pork meat dish. Now, I’ve
been told that raw pork meat = death, but I figured it’s as fresh as it would
ever be, and the locals eat it, so how bad could it be? We eat sushi, don’t we?
I didn’t hate it, but it’s not something I’d go to a restaurant, just so I
could order it.
After two weeks of speaking in ways Thai people understand
better, my English has gone from an 8/10 to 6/10. I mumble, I can’t speak
gooder than last times, and say things like “Thank you God for letting us do
Engrish teachings.”
