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Friday, October 21, 2005

I can hear a bottle...

El and I tried something today. El donned her busted, taped-together, crooked glasses and we strode out into Shizuoka to go provisioning contact lenses.
I'm SO not a provisioner. Lord help me...I do not see it on the horizon.
I had this dream of being a provisioner. I always wanted to be...the kind of person who has no limits on her faith, just goes out there and expects that, if it's the Lord's will, it will be done! I tried to clear my heart of all my sins before I went so that I wouldn't have any reason to wonder if we didn't do well.
So we get off the train and there's these people right outside the eki passing out pamphlets for contacts.
Sign? Sign?
Hey, you know what's really distressing about that whole sign thing? There's actually no such thing as a "GO" sign...only a "STOP" sign. What's up with that?
So we go to the first place, all geared up for action, claiming the keys and using the weapon of praise, and the sekininsha is not there.
So we go to the next one. Long long walk, following map.
Sekininsha not there.
HELP! Someone is rounding up SEKININSHA'S EVERYWHERE and taking them to a far far away land!
So we're like, great, now we're out of places. Walking dejectedly back we see another sign proclaiming in loud...words. "CONTACT LENSES"
So we enter triumphantly, figuring it must be a sign (no, really?) and we ask for the sekininsha. WHAT DO YOU KNOW? He's there!
This young twerp comes sauntering out and we talk with him for an entire, what was it El, 5 minutes or something?
And we realize we don't know how to say the word "DONATE". What??? What kind of disciples are we that we can live without knowing how to speak the word "DONATE." That's like...elementary living for God language!
Nevertheless, the man did promise perscription disposable contacts, and did say something about replacing El's scratched contact lenses.
All in all...it was ALMOST inspiring. I'm not sure we understood him right, and that, to me, is an even MORE frightening thought.
But we'll be seeing him again.
Thank the Lord for his little miracles. And if it turns out to be a closed door...at least we broke our bottles.


Blogger aiko said...

Anything can happen in that little margin of time when you don't give up. I'll pray for you. Tell us how it ends.

10/22/2005 10:51 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

We got El one-month contacts. YAY!!!

10/23/2005 7:44 PM  
Blogger ambie said...

Cool cool

10/23/2005 9:31 PM  

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