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Where's Waldo?
Where's Waldo?
I promised the Grade 6 I would visit after morning devotions, and here am I! The day started early as I attended and spoke at morning devotions about the Holy Spirit under the name of Wisdom. Then breakfast and some administration.
I was then without agenda and so I wanted to visit the grade 6 class who had asked me to appear with Sammy Skunk.
Is that Sammy Skunk?
Is that Sammy Skunk?
We discussed the big animals of Canada, like the polar bear and the moose. We laughed at the stench from the skunk. everyone in the class checked out Sammy Skunk's tail...lol!
Look ma no bat!
Look ma no bat!
The afternoon was spent writing up testimonials before they got all mixed up. Having accomplished that I explored the sounds coming from the great arena. It was batless baseball. Here the batter is bouncing the ball in prep to launch it by batting it in mid air with his right hand. Pretty impressive speed and eye hand coordination. Known as baseball type 5.
There were three sets of visitors today, and I had a chance talk briefly with two groups. One group were students from the USA, a private Christian school. The chaplain was Canadian (from Toronto) working at the school and escorting the students to Kenya.
Watching Dr. Charles greet them is watching a very gracious polished and easy going host.
Charles and I had a couple short and joyful very meaningful encounters during the day and after supper.
Having no agenda gives me the freedom to visit around like a unit chaplain in the navy. So I spoke to a number of students and staff greeting them after being away from them for three weeks. Mission practice took place before supper in the fading light. After supper I went to the chapel, but the devotions were over. I was delighted to greet Pastor Mercy before retiring to my cabin.
I can but reflect on my personal sense of comfort and home coming greetings that came all the time from everyone. I think that actualization was enhanced as I reviewed nearly 20 testimonies from four years. Every year I meet old friends, students who are advancing from year to year, even to college. There is a mutual attachment and sense of solidarity/comradery which I once noticed when I served as a navy chaplain at sea. It occurs to me that I am doing what chaplain's do moving about their units, something I have been doing nearly all my ministry in the Canadian Armed Forces. No wonder I feel right at home.
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