"Don't worry that your children never listen to you. Worry that they're always watching you." - Robert Fulghum

It's 6:30 a.m. Saturday. Breakfast is at 7:00 and we'll leave for church about 7:30. The day's session officially starts at 8:00 but Brazilians will show up for about an 8:15 start. We'll go through until close to 5 p.m. unless I push crazy hard. A mid-morning and mid-afternoon break plus a one hour lunch mean about 7 hours of teaching. But I've got very mixed feelings because this is our last session After I preach tomorrow I won't see them again until....?

Brazilian law requires that every employee gets 13 months of pay for 12 months of work. On the anniversary of your hire you get that extra month's pay. The law also says that the employer has to put a percentage of each worker's pay into a savings account designated for him/her. If that person gets fired for any reason the employer has to give them the amount in that account plus 40% as a penalty for firing them.
No wonder their unemployment rate is at 14% and the economy is in shambles despite the fact Brazil is probably the richest of all Latin countries in terms of natural resources.
Are you listening, Dems?

It's 6 p.m. I came home an hour ago and laid down on the bed. Mistake. But I'm up, have taken a shower, and feel about 40% conscious.
All day session that went well...I think.
These people Are The Best.
I'm exhausted, but have a deep sense of how good it has been to work with them over the last two weeks. To teach good people God's Word. Does it get better.

Joe & Michelle stayed behind to work with a group decorating the church for tomorrow's 36th anniversary service. When they get home they'll order pizza because nobody has the energy to fix or even to go out.
I have about 22 hours to recover before preaching at the aforementioned service. That will be my last official act of my time here.

There's probably something I should write about here, but for the life of me I haven't any idea what it would be. Eight hours of teaching has fried my brain.
Mayb by tomorrow I'll think of what it is. Right now I can but listen to some Mozart in my earbuds and read the news.