Wednesday 6th

On Monday at clothing room I met an Afghan mother and daughter and we arranged to have some English lessons. As I was preparing some simple vocabulary, I realised something; they won't be able to read in English because their script is different. And I can't transliterate very well because of the whole vowel/no vowel thing in Farsi. I should have gotten someone to write out some basic lessons for me to use when the problem came up in Greece. Classic example of not learning from your mistakes. And when the doorbell rang, things got even more complicated – they'd bought a Kosovan friend with them!

But then came a happy turn of events. Petra, a Czech volunteer came to teach with me and she speaks Russian, as did the Kosovan lady and Afghan daughter. So I taught the English and translated into Farsi and Petra transliterated the words into the Russian script so they could write them down. Perfect! It was the strangest lesson I’ve given so far, but it really blessed me. God is good!

Wednesday is evangelism night and I helped prepare by marking out the passage in the different Bibles and by writing the verse number on the board in Farsi.

It's so cool that the Bible is available in so many languages. I can't imagine what it must be like not having ready access to God's Word and in your mother tongue. We are so privileged in the UK.

I spent the rest of the evening in the kids room with no ability to communicate or control the kids whatsoever. They screamed, they hit, one of them even peeed on the floor. It was nightmarish. But I think I held it together alright. No, you're too kind, I’m not a hero. It's just what we do.