January 27, 2014
Meeting the President of the World
I love old people. Really. I do. I'm sure there's a more politically correct way to say that--I love persons with age-challenges or I am fond of those who have the wisdom of many years. Whatever. I just love old people. Of course, I also adore teenagers, so I guess it's those in-between years that I'm not sure what to do with. But that's another story....
Saturday morning, my English class finished their test and then walked a few blocks to catch a bus, walk a bit more, then visit the local retirement home. I've only seen a handful of these places in this whole country because the next generation generally remains with family. It's actually quite lovely to see the respect given to older people here. This visit was no exception.
God is here right now
As certain as the air I breathe surrounds me
As certain as I know the sun, will rise in the morn'
As certain as I know he hears me when I call
On the walk back, they were all smiles. "Did you see how she sang along? Wasn't he the cutest thing? I think they were happy to see us! When can we go back?"
And I was encouraged again in our work with young people. I was encouraged to know how eager they are to make a difference. I was encouraged that with just a bit of direction, they are jumping at the chance to do something positive. I was encouraged that they recognize God and the part He plays in all our lives.