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opportunity. We need more people to visit the patients at home, to make sure they’re taking their medicine and doing all right. It really builds trust. We’ve seen dozens of people come to Christ already. And Pastor Jim is doing a great job with them.”
    Julie looked at her husband, then Jeb leaned on the table. “That’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” he said. “We feel like we’ve gotten our marching orders from God. We have a plan now.”
    Sylvia had visited with them a couple of other times and had been amazed at the number of things they had tried in their missionary work. Their work seemed to be constantly unsuccessful, yet they didn’t lose heart. She had encouraged them to develop a ministry plan, since they seemed to be going in too many directions. “Great,” she said. “What is it?”
    “We’re going to start a school,” Julie said.
    “A school?”
    “Yes, a Christian school,” Jeb said. “We’re both teachers, and we know other Christian teachers in the States who are trying to raise their support right now so they can come join us.”
    “We figured it was a great way to reach the little ones,” Julie said, “and then possibly reach their families through them. And we were wondering if you would be interested in teaching there with us.”
    Sylvia’s eyes widened. “But I can hardly even speak Spanish. I couldn’t communicate with them. And I don’t have a teaching degree.”
    “You don’t have to have one,” Julie said. “And the kids need to learn English. You could teach them that.”
    “Think about it, Sylvia,” Jeb said. “While you’re teaching them English, you can also teach them the Bible. And we know how you love kids…”
    She had to admit that she liked the idea. Even while she had urged Julie and Jeb to get a plan, she’d found herself lacking one. Harry’s mission was clear. Hers had been a little hazier, especially since she was still learning the language.
    “Well, where do you plan to have this school?”
    “Here in León. We found an old building over near San Felipe Church. It used to be a warehouse of some kind, but we were able to buy it with the money our church sent us. We’ve finished cleaning it out, and we’re about to start painting the classrooms. There won’t be many at first, but we figure we’ll grow.”
    “Well, it sounds wonderful. But didn’t your church send you that money to live on?”
    “They wanted us to use it for God’s work,” Julie said. “God will meet our needs, but we felt very clearly that the Lord wanted us to use it for the school.”
    Sylvia had her own thoughts on the difference between walking in faith and demanding miracles. She had learned the hard way that God could not be manipulated.
    Julie leaned forward, locking eyes with Sylvia. “Do you think Dr. Harry would let us promote the school through his clinic? We need to be able to talk to the families, convince them that this would be good for their children…”
    “Well, I don’t know. Harry doesn’t like to bombard his patients with too much at once. His main goal is to meet their physical needs, so that they can hear the gospel. If they’re getting too many messages at the same time, it might make it harder for them to listen to his message about Jesus.”
    “But we’re all in this together for the same purpose,” Jeb said. “Whether we get them to your little church or to our little school, Jesus is lifted up.”
    Sylvia tried to banish her negative thoughts. These two needed encouragement, but she wasn’t sure she had any to offer. “How many students do you have signed up so far?”
    Jeb and Julie exchanged looks again. “Well…none.”
    “None at all?”
    “Well, no. But we have faith that God is working in this. We know he told us to do this. The building practically fell into our hands, and we’ve had supplies like paint and the tools we’ve needed fall into our laps. Our church back home is collecting textbooks