Serving Him at last

The clock did work, and we arose ready to do volunteer work. We had been to the BSF compound 9 years ago and felt confident we could find it again. Wrong! The city has grown so much in the north side of town that even the road has been rerouted so we drove more than three mile farther north than we needed. I called Headquarters and learned the way. There has been an entire new road constructed since 1997. We finally arrived but only a few minutes late. The press workers and volunteers were in prayer, asking the Lord’s help as they do each day. We went to the packaging room and weighed lessons to put into packages for shipment to classes over the world. It was fascinating to see the scales so calibrated that they counted the number of sheets by weight. Our goal was to put 100 sheets in each stack, rubber band them and stack they 25 high on a table. The scale told us exactly how much under or over 100 we were, so we could remove or add to make 100. The modern world! We worked for two hours and went to lunch of tacos and cheese dip. We then went back to await our tour guide who showed us around the campus (compound, I call it). It is warming and inspiring to be around these people who are full of the Holy Spirit exhibiting joy in their faces and voices. I think I was like that once years ago. We finished the tour of the grounds in the packaging room. There were two pieces of equipment designed especially for BSF. One was a specially sized shrink wrap machine that was so strong that it could be mailed without being put into a cardboard box. We went back to weighing until 4:00. There was a break at 3 when popcorn and sodas were served. When we left, we drove to the Rafikki headquarters on the same campus where Evelyn met up with her former teaching leader, Susan Kaminski who is now director of the Rafikki. They had a nice reunion and then we returned to the coach. We had talked about going to see the San Antonio Spurs play basketball, but Evelyn was too tired. We walked to the Costco store next door but, not being members, we couldn't buy anything. We walked back and then spent the cold evening “at home”.