One day the man was on top of his desk and fell down.  When he fell, his back hit the backing of the bed and was hurt badly.  Then I asked him if he could move his leg and also motioned with mine swaying.  He replied "no."  I asked if he could move his arm and likewise motioned with mine.  Again the response was "no."  I questioned him about turning his head and again he responded "no."  All he could do was just stare up.  So, he prayed and within two minutes he could walk.  Then I jumped up and asked if he could do that.  This time he replied, "yes."  He told me that this happened about a year ago.  They told me that if I came back in two nights, there would be a service after which I could talk with some more people that knew of miracles.  After talking with them for a while, we walked to another nearby church.  There was a man that told me he would write up a story of a miracle and that I could come back in two days to get it.  It seemed I was now going to be there for at least two more days.

When we returned home, I spent a great deal of time gazing over a beautiful lake while pondering various thoughts.  Dinner was delicious.  After filling up, we went upstairs and I read him some of the Bible in English.  Then he played a flute-like instrument for me.  I offered to help him the following day with his work, so the next morning we got on long pants, long sleeve shirts, hats, grabbed our hoes, and headed to his plot of land.  That day we deweeded a good portion of what I think he described as soybean plants.  At night he got out a basin and we washed our faces and legs in the family room.  When I didn't do a good enough job at washing, surprisingly he took the liberty to wash my legs for me.

The next morning he taught me how to play his flute-like instrument and also how to read the music notation in his hymn book (they use numbers instead of notes).  It rained almost the whole day and we spent part of the afternoon with his mother-in-law.  There were many people there plucking dried corn kernels off the cob, so we joined them for an hour or two.  I was sad to discover that her and the others believed in Buddha.  After helping for a while, we eventually headed back and then I spent some more time thinking by the lakeshore.

After dinner, we headed out together in the rain for church.  We visited the church with the man who was going to write me a letter, picked up the letter, and headed to the other nearby church which held an evening service that night.  It was still rainy and hardly anyone was there.  At first hymns were sung, then the Word was preached, and afterwards I began to enquire if anyone knew of any miracles of God.  (next page)