Day 7

Sunday, September 7 was our first Sunday in two weeks. If you just did a double take and are wondering if I have lost it, I'll explain my last statement. We left Portland, Oregon on a Saturday afternoon, and because of the international date line, we flew right past Sunday. Any way, I had an excellent Sunday! The morning service was all in Mongolian, so I didn't really have any idea what was going on. A Mongolian preached on of the messages and I didn't want to offend him by just staring into space, so I just tried to keep eye contact even though I didn't understand a word of it. We all went over to a Mongolian family's house for lunch. It wasn't terrible, but I had an interesting tea. It tasted like hot, liquid cheese. And if any of you are thinking that that sounds good... no, not really, no. Every Sunday they hold a service in English. Some Mongolians go to that to practice their English, but there were also Americans coming out of the wood works. It was great! The message was excellent and the fellowship in English was encouraging. Sunday nights will be a great weekly encouragement.