I woke up at 5 this morning. I didn’t set an alarm, but at 4:52 I found myself wide awake. I launched into the predawn day with my journal and the word. And some hot water. I wasn’t the only person awake on campus. Out my window I saw a small group of people walking toward the street, bravely led by the most ridiculous little dog ever – legs and hair flying everywhere.
The clouds thickened as the sun rose, keeping the world dim and gray. It started to snow, so I made hot chocolate. I spent time with the Father, interceding for people at home and people here, and I spent some time lifting up my lunch time. I didn’t yet have lunch plans and I was hoping to find some hungry students to eat with.
Walking to class at 9:30, no trace of the dawn blizzard remained. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was shining brightly. I wasn’t expecting blue sky.
Greeting my students as I walked through the door to room 334, I wasn’t expecting blue sky. Rather, I was surprised by Blue Sky. There is this student at our school; his name is Blue Sky. He studies tourism, but he’s friends with some of our English majors. At the beginning of the year he said something… memorable… to one of my teammates, so I have never forgotten his name.
After explaining why he was in my classroom, why he was skipping his class, and why he was attending my class, I agreed to let him stay for today only. We walked to lunch together after class so that he could talk to me about the summer job he just got – working as a bus boy in Yellowstone. On the third floor of dining hall 2, we talked solidly for about ten or fifteen minutes, but at that point we had exhausted the topic. We started fishing for things to say and our awkward lunching started to feel like a bad date.
I have never been more relieved to see Elmo. Ever. He sat with us, and we had good conversation. The three of us talked about jobs and our future plans. At this point, I got to share more with both of them about my plans to get trained as a counselor and the places that could take me. We talked about the joy of serving and helping others and the joy I have in walking in the midst of plans laid by the Father.
Elmo needed to go, and once again it was just me and Blue Sky. He asked me a question about my friend that led to a really interesting conversation about true masculinity. Blue Sky shared a lot of his opinions and perspective on power and strength – the ways it should work in relationships and the ways it shouldn’t. For the second day in a row, I found myself in a really encouraging conversation about abuse and violence with a Chinese man. Fascinating.
Faith played a big role in that conversation. He kept bringing up the fact that China doesn’t have a faith, wondering repeatedly why people here don’t have faith, voicing his opinion that it’s a good thing. He kept asking me questions about the Father and his Son, and we talked so long that my impending class had to bring our lunch to an almost unnatural end, nearly two hours after it began so awkwardly. Parting ways in front of the dining hall, he said, “Oh, Tiffany… The next time we talk, we will talk more about this Man.” He really likes what he heard today about forgiveness and repentance and restoration. I like it too. It provides life and hope in the midst of things dark and hopeless.
After a lesson on forgiveness that led two of my students to genuinely reconcile with one another – in English – I walked Rambo and Sherlock to the gate (they were going to see the doctor. Hoping Rambo gets better soon.) I turned up the street to buy some fruit. As I walked I tried to process through the day, seeing and greeting like a thousand students I know as I traversed the 200 yards to my fruit stand.
While selecting apples, the ridiculous dog trotted by and I laughed out loud as I recognized a most excellent bookend to another richly surprising day in China. If I ever see that dog again, I will take a picture.
The clouds thickened as the sun rose, keeping the world dim and gray. It started to snow, so I made hot chocolate. I spent time with the Father, interceding for people at home and people here, and I spent some time lifting up my lunch time. I didn’t yet have lunch plans and I was hoping to find some hungry students to eat with.
Walking to class at 9:30, no trace of the dawn blizzard remained. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was shining brightly. I wasn’t expecting blue sky.
Greeting my students as I walked through the door to room 334, I wasn’t expecting blue sky. Rather, I was surprised by Blue Sky. There is this student at our school; his name is Blue Sky. He studies tourism, but he’s friends with some of our English majors. At the beginning of the year he said something… memorable… to one of my teammates, so I have never forgotten his name.
After explaining why he was in my classroom, why he was skipping his class, and why he was attending my class, I agreed to let him stay for today only. We walked to lunch together after class so that he could talk to me about the summer job he just got – working as a bus boy in Yellowstone. On the third floor of dining hall 2, we talked solidly for about ten or fifteen minutes, but at that point we had exhausted the topic. We started fishing for things to say and our awkward lunching started to feel like a bad date.
I have never been more relieved to see Elmo. Ever. He sat with us, and we had good conversation. The three of us talked about jobs and our future plans. At this point, I got to share more with both of them about my plans to get trained as a counselor and the places that could take me. We talked about the joy of serving and helping others and the joy I have in walking in the midst of plans laid by the Father.
Elmo needed to go, and once again it was just me and Blue Sky. He asked me a question about my friend that led to a really interesting conversation about true masculinity. Blue Sky shared a lot of his opinions and perspective on power and strength – the ways it should work in relationships and the ways it shouldn’t. For the second day in a row, I found myself in a really encouraging conversation about abuse and violence with a Chinese man. Fascinating.
Faith played a big role in that conversation. He kept bringing up the fact that China doesn’t have a faith, wondering repeatedly why people here don’t have faith, voicing his opinion that it’s a good thing. He kept asking me questions about the Father and his Son, and we talked so long that my impending class had to bring our lunch to an almost unnatural end, nearly two hours after it began so awkwardly. Parting ways in front of the dining hall, he said, “Oh, Tiffany… The next time we talk, we will talk more about this Man.” He really likes what he heard today about forgiveness and repentance and restoration. I like it too. It provides life and hope in the midst of things dark and hopeless.
After a lesson on forgiveness that led two of my students to genuinely reconcile with one another – in English – I walked Rambo and Sherlock to the gate (they were going to see the doctor. Hoping Rambo gets better soon.) I turned up the street to buy some fruit. As I walked I tried to process through the day, seeing and greeting like a thousand students I know as I traversed the 200 yards to my fruit stand.
While selecting apples, the ridiculous dog trotted by and I laughed out loud as I recognized a most excellent bookend to another richly surprising day in China. If I ever see that dog again, I will take a picture.