This post is a continuation of Thursday and picks up at the service meeting later that evening. Even though we had received some bad news earlier in the day and we were quite tired from the week, we decided to go out in service because we always feel better afterwards. We met for the service meeting at Alberto and Aurori’s home which is in walking distance to our apartment. As were walking to the service meeting a car abruptly stops in the middle of the street right next to us (which isn’t so strange here in Spain). We look over to see our friend from the English congregation and he invites us into the car so that we don’t have to walk the rest of the way. This usually happens by the way and we have yet to walk the whole way to this particular service meeting. The service meeting is good and we learn about some nice points applicable to our territory.
After the service meeting we receive some visitors. They are the niece and her fiance of a sister in our hall named Lolli. They are visiting from the south west of France for vacation. They are part of a French congregation in their home town. Well it turns out that we get to work with them and Lolli. It was nice to get to know them and some of the things that they experience in their home territory. Their names are Geoffrey and Aula(?). They are a young couple and one of them spoke a little English. Geoffrey spoke only French and a little English and his fiance spoke French and Spanish fluently.
During our time spent in service we all met together in an area known as La Fama. This area is more run down than you would typically see here in Murcia and has a reputation for being dangerous. I have to admit that these past few months in Spain I have not felt in danger in all the places that I’ve been even at late hours of the night. It’s definatley a change of scenery from Oakland. We all met up in the territory totaling about 8 or so people. We then split up and worked in pairs and groups of three covering the territory by foot. Kanicia worked with Lolli and Aula and I worked with Alberto (a Spaniard who is still learning French) and Geoffrey (a Frenchman who is still learning Spanish). We got to speak to two French speakers that we found in the street. One we were able to place a magazine with and have a nice discussion with. The other one recognized me from another time that I had talked to him and he is actually a call of Francisco, a pioneer in our hall (small world).
The funny thing is that when the three of us were all together we would speak in three different languages at some points, French, Spanish and English. Sometimes Alberto would be trying to say something to Geoffrey in French and he didn’t know how so I would help translate from Spanish to French. Then sometimes Geoffrey wanted to say something to Alberto in Spanish but he didn’t know how so I would help translate it from French to Spanish. I feel so honored to be an acting like a “translator” for Spanish since I didn’t really speak it when I arrived in Spain. It kind of feels weird to be telling someone how to say something in a language that I am still learning.
At the end of the evening we were happy to have gone out. Jehovah can bless us with great experiences and blessings if we are willing to work for it!