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Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you...Why did I write that you ask...I dunno a different start for my first real entry in this book. An experience or 2 to write.
1) Mini-Miracle: One morning a phone call comes from Laura. (The member from Pisa who referred her friend Daniella to us) She informs us that she had been praying and felt very strongly that we needed to stress the invite to come to church that Sunday. So we made a neat card w/ a church invite and dropped it off on her door handle Saturday night. The next day Daniella showed up to church. (I was WAY happy). After the meeting she explained to us the reason why she came: The day before, Laura called her and told her she really needed to come to church so she was planning on it. Sunday morning as she was preparing to leave, her husband asked her what she was doing and why. They discussed it and came to the conclusion that she should do it because she wanted to and not just because other people wanted her to. So she changed her mind and decided to come another week. As she continued her daily chores, she went to take her garbage out. As she went out the door, her letter that we had left fluttered to the ground catching her attention. She read it and went back into her husband and said: "I'm going to church!"
2) Funny Bapt. Font incident: We got bunged at an appointment in the church so decided to use the time setting up the bapt. font. We got it set up and put the hose in to fill it with water. It takes a while to fill with water and we were about to start english class - so we left it running and went into the other rooms to teach. Towards the end of my lesson I heard a peculiar sound from behind the curtained partition. A kind of loud "SPLOOSH!" I think my ears actually perked forward. I sprinted to the curtain, fumbled with the unlocking device and finally threw it open and there, on the other side, was a bulging portable bapt. font overflowing with water. By then the floor was covered in water. I sprinted out the side door put on the brakes to cut the sharp corner leading back to the shut-off nozzle and slid right into the wall...BOOM. Finally, I reached the bathroom and shut off the instant flood. The floor was covered in quickly-spreading water. Luckilly, some really friendly english class members helped clean up and made it a funny experience instead of a "pesante" experience. One good thing came out of it: While we were finishing with the cleanup a couple of english class members came over and asked what the big bathtub was for. I had the chance to explain it to them and invite them to the baptism. One of the ladies seemed particularly interested. As she was waiting for her husband I had the chance to speak with her about the mostra and invite her to hear the discussions. She accepted.
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