Hm. Frustrating day, for a few of us. Fun, too. Breakfast was good, it was some kind of Keesh. The frustrating part was, i lost my bible, also the morning worship session.. I dunno if it's me, but i can't worship by repeating a chorus (literally) thirty tiumes, especially to guitar. I mean i worship in inflection, variety, expounding, mentally. The chorus we were repeating in worship wasn't very deep, not very something. A bit emotional. In fact really emotional. Sorry if i sound picky. It just contrasted in a weak way with everything i've been prepared to do, this week. I mean, i'm about to go out and do something real, for God. And just soak it in and and suck up and be His hands.

And Jesse :P keeps bringing up the interesting point that the street prayer time isn't necessarily the best thing we could be doing. We'll see how it goes, and see how he thinks about it. I dunno if any of us are taking everything into account when we consider the implications of praying on the street with random people. He's not the type that exactly lets raw Christian action flow. In my opinion as of now. It's an act of faith, you just have to let those tracts go out and let the prayers go up, and let God do his thing with what you're doing. As spontaneous and transiently irrelevant as it may seem.

So now we're in the van going to Jamaica: Hodgkins, Bohall, Stacy, Byers, Archie, Stahl, Dustin, and I. It's a mostly black suburb of Queens. The other group is going to Times Square. This is going to be awesome.

On another note - Stahl and I brought the family computer from an empty hard drivethat sat there and gave us the finger, to a gleaming shiny new Windows 98 - complete with Office 93 and Word 97! Smack me in the knees and call me Lilian. That was the dirtiest, most awkward job i've done in my life. At least they have a computer... *shudder*

But anyway, we're getting closer to Jamaica, and i'm excited. I mean this is a blank-slate experience for me. Anything could happen.

Holy crap, everything happened. Nothing ever happens to me. Dude, so there were tons of people who took my tracts, and i prayed over each one of em. Each one of the tracts i mean. This one guy wanted a nickel, no one had one, it was sad. I got to pray for some of the older women, some of the younger guys; they just sorta had health problems, or had friends who did, and wanted prayer. Michelle, she hardly spoke english at all, but that's cause she was totally from Haiti. She totally told her life story, it was funny. She showed me a picture of her daughter. She's studying at one of the Ivy schools, and is in Spain now, i think? Then i teamed up with Byers and we moved downstairs to the subway. We came across the Islam stand, and the as-yet-nameless "Vendor of All Religions."

Whoo boy. Black Muslims. Okay, there was one thirty-year-old type guy who was on crutches, and i still need to get more people to pray for him! If you're reading this, this is officially important to me! Pray that that man's foot is healed, SUPERNATURALLY! Don't be afraid to ask God for that. He scoffed at God because of our vests, and he dared us to try and heal his foot. I'll stop paining a picture of him right now... he's trapped in a lie called the Nation of Islam, that perpetuates a hatred of the White Man. Now, the white man actually has done some pretty nasty stuff, in our history.. but i mean, so has everyone else. And we have to show these dudes the Love we bring, that was shown to us, without discrimination. I've never really known that racism was a STRONG active force still, until right now. I live in a nice state where everyone lives happily together, and a college where we promote racial reconciliation (the purpose of which i never understood really until NOW)...

But after the crutch guy left - he was annoying - i got to talk to the Vendor Of All Religions. He was this younger man, Egyptian origin, and he was one of those who believed that truth is found in a combination of Islam, Christianity, and Judaism. He was selling books on the subject. Now this is interesting. It's sort of a theme that's been rolling around in my life, that i encounter all these different types of Muslims, i wonder what to make of all that, sometimes. We talked about things, his god and mine, and how Islam will not get you anywhere because of the difference - Christ - and all that. It was so interesting to talk with him. Mmm.

Then we went to Chinatown, NY, and ate at this GREAT place. I recommend it, but i can't remember the name.. Brendan ordered the seaweed, and i ordered the cow stomach. The service was excellent. The conversation was priceless. The fortune cookie was amazing. It spawned Brendan's and my imaginative powers, to come up with other 'wise' sayings. Check them out later on. And then Archie got us lost so many times. Archie drives like a maniac. I love you Archie.