If you read my blog, you have likely heard me
mention the endless sleeper bus journeys.
Recently, I took a group of summer teamers down south; we were 24 hours
into our bus trip with no seeming end in sight.
My friend lay in her bunk listening to her ipod, with one of the ear
pieces in and the other laying abandoned across her chest. On either side of her bed was a family of women
who the diver had picked up hitch hiking in the middle of the night. Since there were no empty bunks, these women
had spent the last 10 hours sprawled in the aisles. One of these ladies, with no apparent
concern or even acknowledgement of my friend’s discomfort, picked the unused
ear bud off its perch and started listening to the music. She quickly decided it wasn’t her style and
dropped it back down. Knowing she wanted to listen to something, I pulled out
one of the many MP3 players we had pre-packed full of Bible lessons, worship
songs, and the Word read aloud. The
woman seemed pleased that the content was in her own language. After 20 minutes of listening intently, she boldly
asked me if she could keep the MP3 player (exactly the plan). I hadn’t heard
her clearly the first time from across the bus.
The second time she practically begged me to let her keep it. She was already telling her family that it
was important teachings from the Holy Books.
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