We are amazed at Cheryl's ability to negotiate this huge city. She bargained for our purchases and took us to out of the way shops. We had lunch at the coffee shop where Xiao Ping works. It is called Chicago Coffee and is in an area where alot of internationals live. The children ate their first pizza and I drank my first caramel coffee frappe.
I have pouted, grumbled, whined and complained alot during this past year about all of the delays. Tonight it was perfectly clear that there was not a minutia of accident in any of the timing of this trip. For on the very day that Cheryl's family and ours crossed paths in the far reaches of China, the young people at one of China's officially recognized churches met to raise their voices and their hands to worship the One True God and listen to a message from Acts1:8 (when the Holy Spirit comes on you, .......you will be my witnesses to the ends of the earth) and my son and daughter heard the gospel in their own language and joined in the singing. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit...from China ! c