Blessed Abundantly
From the land of Vet School in the village of Computer Lab...
the verbose vet student embarks on more belated details about her crazy life.
I'm still carrying on about the preceptorship.
I wasn't surrounded by veterinary activities the entire time. I stayed with the main vet and his wife -- both very hospitable, very interesting, and very intelligent people. They and their daughters expanded my horizons in positive ways -- use of Yiddish in everyday conversation, gourmet cooking (Thai, Greek, etc), technical logging information, transportation in the early days of the county, organic dairying, etc. It was a rather stimulating atmosphere.
I enjoyed conversing about the Christian walk with the main vet. He related the following powerful story with reference to our calling to act, to obey God without necessarily knowing of any positive results from our efforts.
Some time ago, there was a guy who strongly felt called to go to a particular logging camp and preach. He went, and discovered the camp had been abandoned. He saw no one, but still knew that God had called him to preach there so he stood on a stump in the middle of the camp and preached. Then he went home and years later he was walking through a city and "ran into" a guy (we'll call him Bob). "Bob" looked at him, and asked if he was the fellow who preached to an empty logging camp many years before. It turns out that "Bob" had forgotten his knife or something and returned to the camp to get it. He saw this weird guy preaching in the middle of the camp, and hid behind a tree or something to listen. What he heard changed his life, and the reason he was in the city that day was because of some God-related work. Pretty neat, if you ask me.
the verbose vet student embarks on more belated details about her crazy life.
I'm still carrying on about the preceptorship.
I wasn't surrounded by veterinary activities the entire time. I stayed with the main vet and his wife -- both very hospitable, very interesting, and very intelligent people. They and their daughters expanded my horizons in positive ways -- use of Yiddish in everyday conversation, gourmet cooking (Thai, Greek, etc), technical logging information, transportation in the early days of the county, organic dairying, etc. It was a rather stimulating atmosphere.
I enjoyed conversing about the Christian walk with the main vet. He related the following powerful story with reference to our calling to act, to obey God without necessarily knowing of any positive results from our efforts.
Some time ago, there was a guy who strongly felt called to go to a particular logging camp and preach. He went, and discovered the camp had been abandoned. He saw no one, but still knew that God had called him to preach there so he stood on a stump in the middle of the camp and preached. Then he went home and years later he was walking through a city and "ran into" a guy (we'll call him Bob). "Bob" looked at him, and asked if he was the fellow who preached to an empty logging camp many years before. It turns out that "Bob" had forgotten his knife or something and returned to the camp to get it. He saw this weird guy preaching in the middle of the camp, and hid behind a tree or something to listen. What he heard changed his life, and the reason he was in the city that day was because of some God-related work. Pretty neat, if you ask me.
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