The Journy of Paul

What another beautiful day in Hanoi. Today was our last day of formal teaching in classrooms. Tomorrow is our closing ceremony, Thursday; we will head off to Ha Long bay for two days. Saturday, is our packing day, and Sunday, we will pack and move into a hotel, where we will spend the day debriefing. Monday, we fly home. We won’t have much more time to interact with the students, so we have to leave with the faith the God is working in the hearts of these students, and at His own pace. We’ve done our job teaching English, and this last Monday, was our Christmas and Easter culture nights where we shared the story of Christmas and Easter with them. Sharing of the Easter story was direct, not a play or skit but sharing of the message with them. This was the first time I’ve done it this way, and I found it most rewarding. Seeds where scattered, where the fell, be it on hard ground, in creaks, amongst weeds, or in fertile ground is in God’s hands. The students have fallen in love w...

It is a Monday night, one week exactly from when I will be home. It is a bittersweet feeling. Part of me wants to stay, and part of me desperately wants to go home. Saturday, I spent half of the day with three young ladies. They were three of Coy’s students from four years ago. We went to lunch, and then to a museum. The museum was about the Viet Nams ethnic peoples group. One of the outside displays was a mock up of an old Vietnamese village. We climb up into one of the huts and sat in the center of the hut and talked for almost an hour. What a blessing He has given us to make such good friends from this nation. I so wanted to be able to bring them home with me. They are such sweet girls, and wonderful young ladies. They have grown up and are now living life as adults. That same day, I met Hoa. Her and her mother took me out and about looking for silk. Later we went to dinner with her whole family. At dinner her father said, “There use to be four Buddhist in my family, n...