He called me here

This week we went back to the Grind. Finding finding finding. I've spoken to so many people but no one has enough interest to show up to our appointments. I had one Muslim tell me that in Islam they say "one man one word" as in, you must keep your promises. Of course I promised and show up to our appointment but after 45 minutes of standing in the cold, I accepted that he didn't take that saying to heart.

I'm having a hard time with that. Muslims I mean. From what I've read and heard and understood about Mohammad and Islam, they should be really stand up people. In fact I've met a few, only a handful, that I would really call Muslima. But the majority of my interactions from them is cold discrediting of my beliefs, Verfolgung (persecution) and mockery. I'm trying to love these people, as I know the Lord does and because I know there are many "Christians" who act the same. I've met those too haha. In my experience Syrians seem to be the most Muslim of the bunch. I Love Syrians haha Rami was a Syrian. But I digress, I can't help but feel that there is a Cold War happening between Christianity and Islam here in Germany. There is a clear separation. Olive skin and Hijabs usually stand apart from Blonde hair and Crosses. And everyone says that they "respect" and "accept" each other but these words are being used as synonyms for endure and allow. There is little admiration or even understanding between the two. And that makes the work here particularly interesting. We still don't have any investigators. In fact the one man we had been teaching moved to the Oberhausen area so we're at a minus 1. It bugged me that we weren't teaching but then I realized that I'm doing all I can. More than I've ever done so far, and the Lord knows that. He called me here and if I'm not teaching, then I'm sure there's something I need to be learning.

So I'm waiting patiently for that as I labor for my Savior.

I get tired of typing in English haha,

Ach so, da, jetzt fühl ich mich wohl. Ich kann gar nicht mehr auf englisch beten. Haha es fühlt komisch mit dem Herrn auf englisch zu sprechen. Die meisten von meine Gedanken sind auch auf deutsch. Es ist jetzt meine Sprache ahaha ich liebe es so sehr. Ich will ein paar deutscher freunde so dass ich es besser verstehen und benutzen können.

NAJA ich Quatsch nur ein bisschen.

(Oh, well, now I feel good. I can no longer pray in English. Haha it feels funny talking to the Lord in English. Most of my thoughts are also in German. It's now my language ahaha I love it so much. I want a few german friends so I can understand and use it better.
NAJA I nonsense just a bit.)

Today we went to some Roman ruins. It was super fun!!! We played in the Colosseum, saw the bath Hauses and many different clothing styles, we learned about the culture and even got T-shirts. It is amazing to think about how much history there is here. German and then Roman and even older than that. I'm honored to be able to serve among a people with such a rich and far reaching culture.