CMI Week 10: Heart at Home

“Wait, what time is it?! Did I really forget to set my clock back? Am I late for church? or am I early?” I looked at my watch. My watch was telling me I was late, but iPod was saying I was on time. Thankfully my iPod had automatically changed. I was right on time.

What an awesome thing this time-change. I like the fall time-change. This week I get to get up an hour later, or at least it will feel like it.

With home so close I am starting to think about what I am going to do when I get home. I am going to be working with CEF, I do know that, but a lot of stuff is still up in the air.

This week I did my last practicum of CMI. It was a promotional for Christian Youth in Action. I got to pretend that I was in front of a bunch of teens trying to get them to think about coming to CYIA. It was fun. I actually really enjoyed it.

Thursday I got to go to a harvest party at a local church. We got to do Gospel face painting. We would paint a picture on the child’s face or hand while we were telling them the wordless book story. it has got to be one of the most stressful ministries that we do. It is loud, kids are wiggly, and they are anxious to get out of there. Just before we got there we found out that the church didn't have any face painting stuff for us to use. I had brought my kit, but it was small and meant for one person to use; there was three of us. While two of us started trying to paint, the third girl ran to the store and got more. She was unable to find good paint and had to get some junky stuff. Yes, that night was stressful. I got to share the Gospel with a bunch of children, but I can never tell how much they actually caught. One girl I told the story to, when I ask her if she had ever believed on Jesus to save her; she said no. I ask her if she wanted to; she said no. I tried to see why, but I couldn't. I gave her a tract and she left. Another girl I told the story to said that she had never believed in Jesus before. I ask her if she wanted to; she said yes. I went back and reviewed the Gospel with her again, but when I got back and ask her if she wanted to pray and tell God that she believes in Jesus she said no. She shut down and I wasn't able to do anything more with her. Once again, I gave her a tract and she left. These girls make my heart ache. I know I will probably never see them again, they might never hear the Gospel again. I can only hope and pray that God will move them, that they will remember and that they will put their faith in Jesus.Another thing that I noticed was the costumes this year. Most of them were either dark and evil, or Duck Dynasty themed. It was sad watching small kids come in in vampire and zombie costumes. Witches, black cats, and grim reapers were everywhere. These kids are surrounded by this junk all the time. They need Jesus. 

Home in thirteen days. I look forward to seeing everyone.