So, CC drove us to the open field where Joshua fought a battle and the Lord caused the sun to stand still.
We then drove on to the spot where David slew Goliath the Philistine.
We began to read this famous Scripture, a favorite Bible story of my son.
We began talking and had a wonderful conversation. They explained that their group, mostly retired, had been friends for most of their lives. They gather each month for a small outing. They explained that these Scriptures we were reading were permanently engrained in their minds, as they all had to memorize them as children. We explained how important it is to us, as Christians, to teach them to our children. We had such a nice time talking to them. The gentleman had lived in the US, and had even been to Tennessee. He began telling me of a small town in Tennessee that wanted its children to understand just how many Jews were killed in the Holocaust, so it collected a paper clip for each one. He became emotional as he explained it to me. He told me he was one of the few boys his age who had a grandfather in those years of the war.
Then my new friend sent the children down to a tree to get carob pods.