Last night, around 10pm, Bogart and I were nestled all snug in our beds in the bus, when I heard the sound of car doors shutting. Not knowing what to expect, especially after the tomato incident, we kept quiet as a church mouse.
Soon we heard the sound of voices, adults and kids, all reading the writings that were all over the bus. One would read aloud a saying, then another, there are so many that it took at least 10 minutes for them to read all the writings and comment on each one. It was a real touching moment for me to hear their comments on the bus and my mission. I know I’m on the right track.