Teaching in Belgium


What a joy it is to be here at the Continental Theological Seminary, which is hosting our conference. The campus is beautiful, although hidden in farmlands outside Brussels. Just down the street is the factory for a well-known Belgian chocolate maker (with an outlet store!!!!).

Yesterday when I arrived, I was pleased to see a couple that I worked with in Israel years ago, who are here as speakers as well. We caught up on all the news that we possibly could from our mutual friends.
This morning I was the first speaker of the day, talking about the basics of Islam, for those in ministry who are unfamiliar with Muslims. How can they reach them, if they know nothing about them? Most of the time, the national churches in Europe are a bit afraid even of the Muslims in their midst, so they overlook them as a target for evangelism. I was trying to lay a groundwork that later speakers then applied to specific areas/issues here in Europe.
The world is such a small one! My translator, pictured here, felt like an instant friend, because her brother Tim is a good friend of mine in the Bordeaux church!
By this time next week, I'll be home with you! What an exciting thought!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I see your laptop on the podium. Do you make your notes in French or English? dad
4:20 PM
Ariel Rainey said…
I orginally wrote the presentation in French, but I did change it to English, which is the "majority" language for this conference. It was then translated into French by Emmanuellle (but I did help with the tricky parts of the translation). My laptop was running the powerpoint presentation, so it was in English too.
2:45 AM
Dad said…
I don't think I'm anonymous anymore.
8:48 AM
Ariel Rainey said…
finally!
1:43 AM
Ben Rainey said…
Caption Contest: "This Tall"
7:10 AM
Dad said…
(caption) ... so, la, ti, DO!!
8:34 AM
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