We devote much talk and consideration to speculating about the fire station near our apartment. They simply are not normal. The goings on there have long mystified us and typically result in a great deal of laughter. Maybe there just isn't enough fires in this city to keep this many recruits occupied. Maybe the fire trucks are just elaborate props. But its undeniable: the guys in the fire station dance. And rollerblade. To music. Together. Often. We walk by daily and find several dozen young men in uniform and camouflage -supervised by officers-doing coordinated hip hop routines and skating in formations, dancing as they go. First forming conga lines, then attempting break dance moves- all with dance jams blaring from the station speakers. All of this, of course, amuses us greatly. The fire station proves a seemingly inexhaustible source of entertainment and conversation.
The cheer is welcome in the midst of gray days.
We continue have glowing times with our local friends as we teach the Word and answer questions about the faith- however, with the local new year holiday, many students leave the city to visit family in other provinces. Our schedule thus slows down for a few weeks, and we find ourselves considerably less busy. Its important for us to continue encouraging one another, studying the Word, and having a good laugh when the gray of the bleak days threatens to spread to the team morale. At times like this, we thank God for the lightness of heart He gives... even through such things as the mysterious dancing fire station.
