1, 100 or both...

On Saturday morning one of our housemates (Cambodian) got up early. From 6am she was sweeping, mopping, dusting, chasing cobwebs and washing motos. At 9am I suggested she take a break. Sit down. Put your feet up. Read a book. She asked, "In that case, would you mind if I invite the neighbour in to watch a DVD about the message of Jesus?" (Sure. I can think of a hundred useless ways to spend your time but that sounds like a productive idea...) So the neighbour came, watched the DVD, talked about it and wants to know more about this amazing story of salvation in Jesus that she's just heard about for the first time in her life.

On Saturday afternoon Heng went to coach his Under 13 soccer teams. Fifteen guys and fifteen girls signed up from one of the local primary schools so Heng was heading down to lead their first training session. Ben and David went along too. I was hoping they wouldn't be bored. No need to worry. A hundred kids showed up for football training!

Sometimes it's a hundred kids. Sometimes it's one neighbour. Most of the time I just watch it happen.