Favourite Things

Near the end of the school year I interviewed the elementary Gr. 1-5 and a few high schoolers, asking them, what was their favourite thing about CISP; what did they like about being in their class this year. Putting all of the answers into one video would have made it very long so here is a small sample of their responses put into a video I made for my presentation at church this past Sunday.

Spring Concert

Our Elementary had a Spring Concert at the end of May and the Grade Ones did memory verses and songs to go with each memory verse. It is amazing to see how far their language has come in a year! I was so proud of them and will have to admit I think they stole the show :)

Strangers on a Plane

There is something fascinating about International travel. Ever since I got introduced to the TV series LOST I have looked at flying with a whole different perspective. The idea of putting a couple 100 strangers into a metal tube and sending it flying thousands of feet up in the air, with nowhere to go for a good 9 hours is thought-provoking. My transatlantic flight this time had me on a British Airways flight at the very back of the plane. A little unsettling since in all air-plane movies the people in the tail-end of the plane never survive. So as I took my seat at the rear of the plane the thought I am a tailie was in the forefront of mind. I was soon to discover that my seat-mate also was a LOST fan and had the same apprehensions about being in the rear of the plane. However this same commonality sparked a conversation with my seat buddy that went in a direction I never expected.
  Most often when I fly I get seated next to a business man who is lost in his work or a elderly couple setting out on vacation. Most conversations stop after about 5 minutes of niceties, where are you from, where are you going, and maybe what do you do. After I explain I am a teacher at an International Christian school most conversation ceases. This time I was surprised to be involved in a extensive conversation about faith and to be bombarded with a barrage of  questions.
 Coming from a small village near Glasgow my seat mate had learned a lot about the Christian faith but marvelled at my ability to put my faith in " one wee book" as he referred to the Bible. Before he would ask me a question he would start by saying "You're not going to convert me but..." I finally laughed and asked what he meant by me converting him. He answered with "Well you're not going to get me to put all my faith in that wee book" I replied by telling him that wasn't my job. I shared my heart for Jesus with him for a good portion of our trip answered his questions and challenged him with a few of my own. We parted ways without me "converting" him but knowingly instilling in him further knowledge of God's word and hopefully planted and watered a the little seed of gospel planted in his life. Praying that it may, someday, take root.