Thursday, we woke up and headed for the Kauhsiung University of Applied Sciences. What we did when we went to University campuses was set up camp around the meal times, which is when students are out, and find some picnic tables. I’d pull out my guitar, they’d see a whole bunch of white people, along with a white guy with a phohawk playing the guitar, and they just drift over our way. Unlike American culture where people would just walk by someone playing guitar, people stop in Taiwan. So when they stop, others on our team would engage them. Some spoke English, and others did not but we had translators for situations like that.
When we first got there, I did noy yet have my guitar out, and Mike was already talking with a group of girls. Mike called me over and said, “Nate, this girl has never heard the story of Jesus before. Would you like to tell her?” So I had the chance to share the Gospel with her for the first time. She did not put faith in Jesus, but we gave her contact info for English Bible Studies where she could practice more English and also contact if she had more questions.
Rebecca and Jess were going to town and at one time were talking with a group of 8 girls at once, sharing the Gospel with them as I played. I hope to get one of the girls to write about some of their conversations to post on the blog while they are on the plane.My dad and I also met 2 fellas, a guy named Michael, who was a believer, and a guy named Frank, who also said he was a believer. We had some great conversation with them and had the chance to pray with both of them.
We then went to eat, and then to visit a couple in the hospital. They are from Raliegh, NC and were here and the husband, Carl, was in a bad car accident and has been in a coma for 9 months, but is slowly getting better. Somehow the Miller’s got connected with them, and they often visit to pray for them. Neither are believers. Pray for pray for Lily and Carl. Pray that Carl would wake up, and that God would glorify Himself through this aweful event and bring people to Himself, including Carl and Lily.
After this, the girls had a Bible Study in the hospital and some of us guys played basketball. My dad and I played with several guys, 3 on 3. We won one and lost 2, but had a good time. Dad held his own.
We then frequented another night market, but this was a special night: this was stinky tofu night. Only those who have been to Taiwan or are familiar with Taiwan culture can truly appreciate this. Let me just say this – when you walk past a stinky tofu stand on the street, you smell like you’re driving past an Iowan pig farm. And when you eat it, which we all bravely did, it tastes like cow poop… not that I have tried cow poop, but if I had, that would be what I thought it tasted like.
So that was Thursday. I’m happy I just got to squeeze in another post before the plane ride. We would covet your prayers for safe travel and for the hearts of those that have put faith in Jesus or heard the Gospel this week, as well as for the missionaries and the work that continues even after we leave. God’s Spirit is moving in Taiwan.
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