We often get adult students, at work, who are not literate in their native languages. Believe it or not, many adults in this world, have not had the opportunity to attend school and cannot read or write. Many folks in Asia, Africa, and in South America come as refugees and immigrants to America, totally illiterate. In my present job, I have encountered numerous people, more women than men, who are unable to write or read anything in the language they have spoken for all of their 40,60 or even 70 years. It is not unusual to give a woman a simple pencil and paper and watch her make marks on it.....in wonderment...for more than an hour at a time.
Last Thursday, one of our new students, who has been stuggling to write her name and who is clueless as far as any English(spoken or written)had a real "light-bulb" moment. Actually, I think it was more than that. I think it was a "God moment." Our student met a volunteer who was actually speaking to her, in a language that they both could understand.
I can't imagine how she must have felt. What a struggle it has been for her to try to understand our teachers and to make herself understood.
Dear God: Thank you for coming to class last week. Thank you for sending us that volunteer. You were with us in the face of our volunteer and we saw You in the face of our student. We saw You work a miracle.
Keep us open to Your miracles and open to doing Your work. Your steadfast love endures forever.
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