Well friends,
We did it! We're moved into Prospect Ave... and its such a story of God's faithfulness.
Five years ago when I was a Fellow God put it on my heart to move to this neighborhood... Ellen and I prayed about living here four years ago, and the Lord led us elsewhere (which was awesome), and in His timing has fulfilled the dream I had of being a part of this community. A community of people sitting on front steps and in front yards. Of walking to and from Blue Ridge Commons. Of a culture of yelling back forth across the street. Of children running from house to house. And a community where Jesus has been long before we arrived.
There are other new arrivals to this neighborhood: a Bhutanese family who lives adjacent to us. And if you're like me and need a geography refresher: here you go.
The six of them arrived in America after 8 months of "being in process" as refugees from Nepal. They were forced to leave Bhutan 18 years ago, selling a large farm where they grew rice, maize, and cardamum, and two houses as they left. Now the grandparents, parents, and children all live next to us! Their names are Bol and Kina (grandparents), Caabi and Gonga (dad and mom), and Tek and Rubina (son and daughter). They are unbelievably delightful.
Before we had solidified our friendship with them, they were run outside everytime we came out to come and go from our house. They would stand on their little stoop and welcome us home, nodding and waving. Today, as I came home from the grocery store, my arms full and one hand holding a cell phone I was on, Gonga approached with two oranges and handed one to me and then handed me another and said, "Matthew!" Her intention was clear and I thanked her. I ran inside to dump the groceries, returning to the stoop with my orange and asked to sit with the grandparents. They said yes and I plopped down. Bol said to me, "No English," as a way of indicating he didn't know how to communicate, and I said, "It's ok. We'll just sit." And we did, peeling and eating our oranges. Naming a few things around us in Nepali and in English. Bol asked where my mother was (in their culture its unheard of to leave your parents living alone, sorry mom) and I tried to explain Lynchburg.
Soon Matthew came home and promptly joined us on the stoop, which got the attention of Gonga and Caabi, who invited us into their house! We sat on the couch, admiring their maps on the wall of Virginia and of Israel. When I asked why they had a map of Israel, Caabi replied, "It's just a poster from IRC."
We took them over to our house to show them around after some conversations, and they returned the favor. As we left our house, Tek, the 11th grade son, pulled me aside and said this is the first them they have been in someone else's house. He explained that in the camps in Nepal their homes were very small and they ran from place to place. His grandmother, he said, is very lonely because she has no one to visit and is in one house all the time. It causes the loneliness, he explained. I told him they were welcome at our house anytime.
When Gonga led me upstairs to their home (which is almost identical to ours), she put a necklace around my neck and a ring on my right hand and proclaimed, "My gift to you! We are now sisters."
What does it mean to have a Bhutanese sister!? I supposed we will now find out. I am so very thankful for these friends and that we can welcome them to the neighborhood.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
AAAAAAnd we're back...
Sometimes a lack of exposure to children + wedding planning = a blog drought.
We're working on this.
Matthew and I thought this would be an appropriate place to start logging some of our funnier encounters with some neighborhood kids, particularly a 6th grader named Garlodi who is originally from Liberia and one of the most inquisitive and hilarious kids I know.
Today he said, "Was Gilli born in the woods?"
Me: No! Why?
Garlodi: He's so tall! I thought maybe he got his tallness from the trees.
This led to a discussion about DNA and genes...
We're working on this.
Matthew and I thought this would be an appropriate place to start logging some of our funnier encounters with some neighborhood kids, particularly a 6th grader named Garlodi who is originally from Liberia and one of the most inquisitive and hilarious kids I know.
Today he said, "Was Gilli born in the woods?"
Me: No! Why?
Garlodi: He's so tall! I thought maybe he got his tallness from the trees.
This led to a discussion about DNA and genes...
Sunday, March 07, 2010
"When we adopt-- and when we encourage a culture of adoption in our churches and communities-- we're picturing something that's true about our God. We, like Jesus, see what our Father is doing and do likewise (John 5:19). And what our Father is doing, it turns out, is fighting for orphans, making them sons and daughters."
-- Adopted for Life by Russell Moore
-- Adopted for Life by Russell Moore
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, November 19, 2009
quotable plebians
Our lessons on Ancient Rome continue... today we had some UVA students teach a lesson so I had the chance to observe and write down these little tidbits...
Teacher: The Roman soldiers put their shiels over their heads to protect themselves.
M: Like a hermit crab!
Teacher: What might the Romans do to people they conquered?
W: They might make them scrub their bathtubs.
Teacher: An empire is a group of countries under one ruler?
S: Does that mean that one ruler is a REALLY big person!?
(We clarified that as our President Obama is over us but is not in fact sitting on us.)
Teacher: The Roman soldiers put their shiels over their heads to protect themselves.
M: Like a hermit crab!
Teacher: What might the Romans do to people they conquered?
W: They might make them scrub their bathtubs.
Teacher: An empire is a group of countries under one ruler?
S: Does that mean that one ruler is a REALLY big person!?
(We clarified that as our President Obama is over us but is not in fact sitting on us.)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
ancient rome
Me: Would you be able to vote in Ancient Rome?
Kids: No!
Me: Why not?
J: Because it's really far away!
Kids: No!
Me: Why not?
J: Because it's really far away!
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
distractions, distractions
I have discovered that 3rd graders are masters of distraction! Just in watching them for one period here are the ways I saw them creatively distract themselves and each other:
folding tinfoil from lunch into the shape of a cell phone
erasing writing on a desk
writing on a desk
sharpening a pencil
asking to sharpen a pencil
talking about monday night football
realizing someone shouldn't be sharping a pencil and telling the teacher
cutting a piece of paper
tearing cut pieces of paper into smaller pieces
throwing a pencil
dropping a pencil
picking up a pencil
arguing about whether your neighbor's arm is actually in your personal space
asking a friend to sharpen your pencil
sharpening a pencil
mercy.
folding tinfoil from lunch into the shape of a cell phone
erasing writing on a desk
writing on a desk
sharpening a pencil
asking to sharpen a pencil
talking about monday night football
realizing someone shouldn't be sharping a pencil and telling the teacher
cutting a piece of paper
tearing cut pieces of paper into smaller pieces
throwing a pencil
dropping a pencil
picking up a pencil
arguing about whether your neighbor's arm is actually in your personal space
asking a friend to sharpen your pencil
sharpening a pencil
mercy.
Monday, October 26, 2009
ancient greece, meet modern woman
I was reading some "Greek Times" newspapers with my 3rd graders the other morning and included was a place for the kids to vote for the next official in the government. A bright little girl, H, was choosing her vote and I mentioned to her that if we were actually in Ancient Greece she wouldn't be able to vote because she's a girl.
Her prompt response:
Well, if I had a husband I would just lock him out of the house until he agreed to vote the way I wanted him to.
Look out ancient world, here she comes.
Her prompt response:
Well, if I had a husband I would just lock him out of the house until he agreed to vote the way I wanted him to.
Look out ancient world, here she comes.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
3rd grade
Yesterday I left behind the world of A for apple, what number is this?, go wipe your nose, share the playdough, is it nap time yet?
to walk
upstairs
for the first time
to meet 3rd graders... who are legitimately as tall as I am.
Here is a snippet of conversations from the morning:
"I spent most of the weekend watching horror movies and my mom was like, 'Uh, that's going to rot your brain.' And I was like 'UH! Is your brain rotting?? NO!' Then I did some work on my lap top because I'm publishing a book. I don't know how much money I'm going to get from that. We'll see." -- lil miss m.
"In exciting news I found my yellow droid I had been looking for. A funny thing about that droid finding-- it was in my sister's lego box. I'm not sure at all how it got there." -- s.
SL: "What's your first name?"
Me: "Shannon."
SL: "Lemme get a handshake."
to walk
upstairs
for the first time
to meet 3rd graders... who are legitimately as tall as I am.
Here is a snippet of conversations from the morning:
"I spent most of the weekend watching horror movies and my mom was like, 'Uh, that's going to rot your brain.' And I was like 'UH! Is your brain rotting?? NO!' Then I did some work on my lap top because I'm publishing a book. I don't know how much money I'm going to get from that. We'll see." -- lil miss m.
"In exciting news I found my yellow droid I had been looking for. A funny thing about that droid finding-- it was in my sister's lego box. I'm not sure at all how it got there." -- s.
SL: "What's your first name?"
Me: "Shannon."
SL: "Lemme get a handshake."
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Did you do your homework?
Yesterday Miss M. marches into my class and announces in her sweet Southern accent, "Miss Shannon! I did my homework!" (The word homework has about 5 syllables for this child.)
Her "homework" involves a book she chooses to take home that goes home with a one-page activity sheet for her to do with her parents/guardians if she chooses. Sidenote: these activities and books are actually really awesome because they were developed and paid for by the Curry School making it really easy for us to provide children with books every night and to connect parents to the child's learning and literacy. The activities are usually questions or pictures kids can draw and sometimes cut and paste.
Miss M had one such cut and paste activity, which when I pulled it out of the bag was curiously covered in blue spots. Miss M. explained, "I used grease."
Me: Um... excuse me?
Miss M: I used grease! We don't got no glue.
Me: You used hair grease??
Miss M: YEAAAAH.
She had cleverly glued little pieces of her homework together with blue grease. We actually decided not to send home a glue stick for future assignments for her because she was so proud of her innovative solution. We're going to let grease-glue be a part of her culture.
Her "homework" involves a book she chooses to take home that goes home with a one-page activity sheet for her to do with her parents/guardians if she chooses. Sidenote: these activities and books are actually really awesome because they were developed and paid for by the Curry School making it really easy for us to provide children with books every night and to connect parents to the child's learning and literacy. The activities are usually questions or pictures kids can draw and sometimes cut and paste.
Miss M had one such cut and paste activity, which when I pulled it out of the bag was curiously covered in blue spots. Miss M. explained, "I used grease."
Me: Um... excuse me?
Miss M: I used grease! We don't got no glue.
Me: You used hair grease??
Miss M: YEAAAAH.
She had cleverly glued little pieces of her homework together with blue grease. We actually decided not to send home a glue stick for future assignments for her because she was so proud of her innovative solution. We're going to let grease-glue be a part of her culture.
Monday, October 12, 2009
friday
Today was a great teaching day... one of those days where you finally wake up without a stuffy nose and miraculously rested despite an impossible five hours of sleep... again.
Where you walk into your classroom somewhat prepared but more importantly excited for ten 4-year-olds to walk in the door. A day where you actually hope all ten kids will show up, instead of guiltily crossing your fingers that a certain snotty nosed child will stay home.
And it's a day where your kids feel it too! They walk in with enthusaism and announce, "I'm heeeeeeeeeere!" They hang up their backpacks and put their folders in cubbies without you saying it 78 times in a two minute period.
It's a day whene you're delighted to offer choices for breakfast-- pizza (!), cereal, or graham crackers-- instead of being annoyed at offering ten children three choices, waiting 3 to 5 seconds for a response, then 3 to 5 more for the child to predictably change his mind, ask for juice, and remind you that they still need a spork. You don't mind the wait... you even tap dance, shaking the cereal as a tambourine as you wait. After all, it took you ten minutes to decide whether to have cereal, oatmeal, apple pie, or just coffee for breakfast this morning. (And you maybe had three of the four...)
Children sing the ABC song at circle time... loudly. And today it doesn't grate your eardrums but reminds you that three weeks ago many of them didn't know the letters at all. It's a day when you stop the entire lesson to congratulate one child on recognizing his name begins with an M and to have the nine other children offer him a round of applause.
It's one of those days when a girl calls your name 47 times on the playground, "Look, Miss Shanna!" in her piercing voice and you actually look 45 times to see her just standing, smiling back at you, wanting to be reassured she was worth seeing. The other two times you were busy handing out graham crackers, tying a shoe, and kissing a bumped head. Simultaneously.
Today was a day when a little boy with autism taught nine other children the numbers 1 through 9 and two of those children later taught him how to share the playdough so they could play with him. And you rejoiced.
Today was a day that you said, "Go to the bathroom." 56 times, read 6 stories, only of of them from beginning to end, tied 11 shoe laces, wiped 15 noses, put on hand sanitizer until your hands were practically pickled, opted for giving children choices instead of being efficiently in control, rubbed small backs until breathing slowed, hopped up to give a coughing child water, rubbed his back again until the coughing eased, and stayed just a little longer than necessary by his side, hand smoothing his curls and heart willing his body to fight off the flu.
You woke the children up with a slowly crescendoing, "Everybody Dance Now!" instead of snapping on flourescent lights and you worried less about getting the cots put away on schedule and concentrated more on rallying ten Michael Jackson fans into wakefulness.
At the end of the day you hugged the walkers as they passed by, blew kisses to the car riders on their way to the parking lot, and gave each child a fist pound on his way onto the bus. And then you stood on the steps of a school build in 1925 and thought... this was a good day.
Where you walk into your classroom somewhat prepared but more importantly excited for ten 4-year-olds to walk in the door. A day where you actually hope all ten kids will show up, instead of guiltily crossing your fingers that a certain snotty nosed child will stay home.
And it's a day where your kids feel it too! They walk in with enthusaism and announce, "I'm heeeeeeeeeere!" They hang up their backpacks and put their folders in cubbies without you saying it 78 times in a two minute period.
It's a day whene you're delighted to offer choices for breakfast-- pizza (!), cereal, or graham crackers-- instead of being annoyed at offering ten children three choices, waiting 3 to 5 seconds for a response, then 3 to 5 more for the child to predictably change his mind, ask for juice, and remind you that they still need a spork. You don't mind the wait... you even tap dance, shaking the cereal as a tambourine as you wait. After all, it took you ten minutes to decide whether to have cereal, oatmeal, apple pie, or just coffee for breakfast this morning. (And you maybe had three of the four...)
Children sing the ABC song at circle time... loudly. And today it doesn't grate your eardrums but reminds you that three weeks ago many of them didn't know the letters at all. It's a day when you stop the entire lesson to congratulate one child on recognizing his name begins with an M and to have the nine other children offer him a round of applause.
It's one of those days when a girl calls your name 47 times on the playground, "Look, Miss Shanna!" in her piercing voice and you actually look 45 times to see her just standing, smiling back at you, wanting to be reassured she was worth seeing. The other two times you were busy handing out graham crackers, tying a shoe, and kissing a bumped head. Simultaneously.
Today was a day when a little boy with autism taught nine other children the numbers 1 through 9 and two of those children later taught him how to share the playdough so they could play with him. And you rejoiced.
Today was a day that you said, "Go to the bathroom." 56 times, read 6 stories, only of of them from beginning to end, tied 11 shoe laces, wiped 15 noses, put on hand sanitizer until your hands were practically pickled, opted for giving children choices instead of being efficiently in control, rubbed small backs until breathing slowed, hopped up to give a coughing child water, rubbed his back again until the coughing eased, and stayed just a little longer than necessary by his side, hand smoothing his curls and heart willing his body to fight off the flu.
You woke the children up with a slowly crescendoing, "Everybody Dance Now!" instead of snapping on flourescent lights and you worried less about getting the cots put away on schedule and concentrated more on rallying ten Michael Jackson fans into wakefulness.
At the end of the day you hugged the walkers as they passed by, blew kisses to the car riders on their way to the parking lot, and gave each child a fist pound on his way onto the bus. And then you stood on the steps of a school build in 1925 and thought... this was a good day.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Watch your Meatballs
Yesterday in Pre-K we had our favorite music teacher Mr. S. come visit us. Mr. S and I had planned to read the book On Top of Spaghetti and then sing the song with the kids, which they loved because its so ridiculous. For those of you who don't remember it goes something like this...
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed
It bounced off the table and rolled on the floor
and then my poor meatball rolled right out the door!
After hearing it twice, B. raises his hand and says in his very deliberate little voice, "Miss Shannon, you could just lock the door and then the meatball would just bounce off it. Then you can eat it."
Naturally, B :) At lunch I caught him looking at the door to make sure it was shut. Good thing we were having chicken nuggets.
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed
It bounced off the table and rolled on the floor
and then my poor meatball rolled right out the door!
After hearing it twice, B. raises his hand and says in his very deliberate little voice, "Miss Shannon, you could just lock the door and then the meatball would just bounce off it. Then you can eat it."
Naturally, B :) At lunch I caught him looking at the door to make sure it was shut. Good thing we were having chicken nuggets.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Don't run out of kisses...
Last week we read the book The Kissing Hand to our kids... its a sweet, sweet story about a little raccoon going to school for the first time and his mama kisses the palm of his hand and tells him whenever he misses her to press his hand against his face and he'll feel her kisses and know she loves him.
Today at lunch, little B says to me, "Miss Shannon, my heart hurts." I replied, "Aw honey, why?"
B replied in a trembling voice, "Because I love my mom so much." I suggested he take his "kissing hand" and press it against his face and he'll feel her love and he tried it for a minute... pause... then tells me, "I think I ran out of kisses."
Don't run out of kisses people. :)
Also yesterday lil R was doing my hair during work time and when I asked him how it looked he replied, "You almost pretty." :)
Today at lunch, little B says to me, "Miss Shannon, my heart hurts." I replied, "Aw honey, why?"
B replied in a trembling voice, "Because I love my mom so much." I suggested he take his "kissing hand" and press it against his face and he'll feel her love and he tried it for a minute... pause... then tells me, "I think I ran out of kisses."
Don't run out of kisses people. :)
Also yesterday lil R was doing my hair during work time and when I asked him how it looked he replied, "You almost pretty." :)
Friday, September 04, 2009
First two weeks of school!!!
I have been hoarding crumpled post-it notes in my pockets, in the depths of my tote-bag, and shoved into notebooks the last two weeks. They contain hastily scribbled quotes from my 20 delightful four-year olds I have the privilege of teaching this fall. Here are a smattering... I hope they give you a taste of the joy I experience on a daily basis.
(Miss Beth & Miss Denise are my co-teachers and the kids are just listed by their first initial)
Miss Beth: Do you like to be called Rod or Roderick?
R: OBAMA!
T: I LOVE to say please!
B: It doesn't matter if you speak English or Spanish... God loves you and is living inside your heart.
A: I can't tie my shoes.
Me: Keep trying. You'll learn.
A: I been trying already for 30 years.
One day it was raining so we couldn't go outside for recess so the kids played in our room for the first time. Until this point we had all the shelves wrapped with paper like presents. We unveiled the shelves one at a time...
T: I can't believe it! Y'all! All the TOYS!"
As we got ready for lunch one day all the children were cleaning up the toys and I told R who was the mystery helper of the day to "give your friends a fork" meaning to put a fork at each place at the table. Instead he went around the whole classroom handing each child a fork saying, "Here, friend." :)
R. has also mastered the art of opening the mini-milk cartons we get at meals, which is no small feat. One day he started offering to help others open their milk. M (a girl) who sits next to R asked him to help her open her milk. R gladly assisted, explaining "you need strong muscles to open this."
At recess a Kindergartener came running up to us one day, clutching himself and pronounced, "Um, Excuse me, but I'm almost about to pee my pants."
Me: What bus did you ride?
M: I ride the hippie bus!
Miss Beth (reading a book): He burned up 100 forests.
R: No you mean foresteses.
B: I need to tell you the rules to play star wars in your ear. First, you fight. Then, your mission is complete.
R: I'm going to draw me a girlfriend.
Me: What's a girlfriend look like?
R: She got a green body and pink hair.
M (on a pretend phone): Hello, Obama? Why you callin' me?
T: Who's on the phone?
R: Obama. He get on my nerves.
Miss Denise: R, who is Obama? What does he do?
R: He cut grass.
Miss Denise: Oh, he cuts grass. Does he do anything else?
R: Yea! He cut bushes too.
T: He on channel 54.
Also, today (the best day in preschool history) I had a 35 minute dance party with three of my girls while we were in the gym. The PE teacher has a incredible dance mix for the kids and we rocked out... I was literally dripping sweat from sliding, twirling, and twisting with those bee-boppers. This is my awesome life.
One day I was eating lunch next to B and he whispered to me, "Miss Shannon. I can say something with my eyes." He proceeded to grin and raise his eyebrows at me.
T: Let me tell you something in your ear. My daddy got me a lunchbox.
(Miss Beth & Miss Denise are my co-teachers and the kids are just listed by their first initial)
Miss Beth: Do you like to be called Rod or Roderick?
R: OBAMA!
T: I LOVE to say please!
B: It doesn't matter if you speak English or Spanish... God loves you and is living inside your heart.
A: I can't tie my shoes.
Me: Keep trying. You'll learn.
A: I been trying already for 30 years.
One day it was raining so we couldn't go outside for recess so the kids played in our room for the first time. Until this point we had all the shelves wrapped with paper like presents. We unveiled the shelves one at a time...
T: I can't believe it! Y'all! All the TOYS!"
As we got ready for lunch one day all the children were cleaning up the toys and I told R who was the mystery helper of the day to "give your friends a fork" meaning to put a fork at each place at the table. Instead he went around the whole classroom handing each child a fork saying, "Here, friend." :)
R. has also mastered the art of opening the mini-milk cartons we get at meals, which is no small feat. One day he started offering to help others open their milk. M (a girl) who sits next to R asked him to help her open her milk. R gladly assisted, explaining "you need strong muscles to open this."
At recess a Kindergartener came running up to us one day, clutching himself and pronounced, "Um, Excuse me, but I'm almost about to pee my pants."
Me: What bus did you ride?
M: I ride the hippie bus!
Miss Beth (reading a book): He burned up 100 forests.
R: No you mean foresteses.
B: I need to tell you the rules to play star wars in your ear. First, you fight. Then, your mission is complete.
R: I'm going to draw me a girlfriend.
Me: What's a girlfriend look like?
R: She got a green body and pink hair.
M (on a pretend phone): Hello, Obama? Why you callin' me?
T: Who's on the phone?
R: Obama. He get on my nerves.
Miss Denise: R, who is Obama? What does he do?
R: He cut grass.
Miss Denise: Oh, he cuts grass. Does he do anything else?
R: Yea! He cut bushes too.
T: He on channel 54.
Also, today (the best day in preschool history) I had a 35 minute dance party with three of my girls while we were in the gym. The PE teacher has a incredible dance mix for the kids and we rocked out... I was literally dripping sweat from sliding, twirling, and twisting with those bee-boppers. This is my awesome life.
One day I was eating lunch next to B and he whispered to me, "Miss Shannon. I can say something with my eyes." He proceeded to grin and raise his eyebrows at me.
T: Let me tell you something in your ear. My daddy got me a lunchbox.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
on advertising...
The same book offers words of wisdom on advertising about the church's work for Christ:
II. How to advertise
...
5. Use bulletin boards.
(1)Every church should have one or more large bulletins standing out in front of the church constantly. On these announcements should be made of the services of the church, regular or special, from time to time. Something should always be upon the bulletin. The notice should be constantly changed so that people will be looking for something new. If there is no special service to be announced, a striking text of Scripture can be put upon the bulletin. It is usually desirable to have these bulletins on feet so that you can move them from place to place.
(2) There should also be large bulletins in conspicuous places throughout the city, places where many cars or carriages pass. The accouncements upon these bulletins should be in such large letters that they can be read by people in the carriages or cars as they go by. One bulletin in a good place is worth ten in poor places. Make a study of locations for your bulletins.
... obviously we are failing in bulletin board logistics around here ;-)
7. A large van with advertisements on all sides, driven up and down the thickly traveled streets, is a very useful and comparatively inexpensive form of advertisement.
In connection with evangelistic meetings recently held in Chicago a van eighteen feet long and ten feet high was covered with black cloth, on which was printed in white letters the announcement of the meetings and speaker. This was driven up and down the main thoroughfares and read by thousands. Many may say that this i undignified, but it serves to fill the church and bring men to Christ. It is better to sacrifice your dignity and fill your pews and save souls, than to keep your dignity and have an empty church and allow men to go down to hell.
II. How to advertise
...
5. Use bulletin boards.
(1)Every church should have one or more large bulletins standing out in front of the church constantly. On these announcements should be made of the services of the church, regular or special, from time to time. Something should always be upon the bulletin. The notice should be constantly changed so that people will be looking for something new. If there is no special service to be announced, a striking text of Scripture can be put upon the bulletin. It is usually desirable to have these bulletins on feet so that you can move them from place to place.
(2) There should also be large bulletins in conspicuous places throughout the city, places where many cars or carriages pass. The accouncements upon these bulletins should be in such large letters that they can be read by people in the carriages or cars as they go by. One bulletin in a good place is worth ten in poor places. Make a study of locations for your bulletins.
... obviously we are failing in bulletin board logistics around here ;-)
7. A large van with advertisements on all sides, driven up and down the thickly traveled streets, is a very useful and comparatively inexpensive form of advertisement.
In connection with evangelistic meetings recently held in Chicago a van eighteen feet long and ten feet high was covered with black cloth, on which was printed in white letters the announcement of the meetings and speaker. This was driven up and down the main thoroughfares and read by thousands. Many may say that this i undignified, but it serves to fill the church and bring men to Christ. It is better to sacrifice your dignity and fill your pews and save souls, than to keep your dignity and have an empty church and allow men to go down to hell.
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