Week One at the Orphanage.

The truth is... I stayed at an orphanage last week (despite not being an orphan). Last week marked the beginning of the Joshua class. I'm not taking that class, but I did accompany them in the class. The class was held at an unopened orphanage about an hour away. So we all stayed the week at this orphanage. The teacher, Kevin Green, started out by saying that his class would be more about the heart than the mind, and so it has been. He is not a great intellectual, but he is a great musician and an excellent teacher of the word of God. His words are powerful, true, and humorous. The man is full of stories and full of love. He brought a few friends to help with the work at the orphanage. The conversations that occurred nightly in the kitchen were serious, insightful and hilarious. Along with the amazing teaching, there were amazing amounts of dust. Dust from the plaster we scraped off, dust from the mountains on either side of us, and dust from the earth (the kind of which man was created). To compliment the dust was the lack of proper showers for the week. To summarize the week, we were dirty. We finished one coat of paint on most of the 

house, and I suppose that next week we will finish the rest. Since I was not officially in the class, I could skip out on the mandatory reading circle. I used this hour and a half to journal, pray, and just be alone. Nice. There was a much needed dodgeball game as well. 

There is not much left to say about the first half of this class. Next week will conclude the course and my first month here. As for now, I'm catching up on much needed rest.