I get some great emails and comments from people about our time here in Mongolia so I'm glad that my blogs and our stories are making you laugh, making you thankful, showing you a new culture, and giving you a taste of our experience.

On that note, let me tell you about my Tuesday.

As I left our apartment in the morning on the way to work, I emerged from the dark stairwell to see, there, right in front of the entrance to our apartment was an SUV parked half on the sidewalk. That might be strange in America, right? Well, let me tell you what was on the hood. On the hood of this SUV was a huge, dead, bleeding-from-the-mouth wolf. We're talking, The Neverending Story wolf. Why not bleed a wolf out on the hood of your car in front of your apartment, right?

So that's how my day started. [I do have photographic proof which I will post soon.]

I went to work and at 2:30, in the middle of my second class, my friend Johnny called me and told me that he was really sick and couldn't teach his chapter in Romans for the Bible study that night. "No problem", I said; because hey, I like teaching!

I got home from work at 3:30 to a very sick Kim (there was a stomach flu AND a tough cold going around; Johnny got the flu, Kim got the cold). I had two hours to prepare an hour long Bible study so I was hustling home to hit the books and type up everything I could. I shouldn't have said, "No problem" because I came home to find that all of the electricity was off in our house; which means I couldn't use my computer to prepare. Awesome.

So I ran downstairs with a pen and a post-in note in my pocket to do my best Mongolian-pictionary-style communication at the electricity office. Thankfully I ran into our friend Jaggi on the street so she agreed to help translate for me at the electricity office. As we're in there enduring the Mongolian customer service - which is always colder than their winters - the electricity comes back on and everyone in the office "oohs" and "aahs". Turns out they had turned off the electriicty in our entire district for some reason.

So I ran back home with probably an hour and a half to get the lesson done and, where my usual lesson involves about 13 pages of notes, I ended up with a page and a half. That never feels good. The lesson wasn't a total disaster so I'm thankful that God can use even a haphazard preparation from an inarticulate messenger.

We finished the day tired and sick and fell asleep to the sound of the rain outside; which was great....until packs of wild dogs started a gangland turf war in the street below our window at 3am.

So, that was my Tuesday. How was yours?

We shot our second wedding last weekend, for our friends Buyna and Bilge. Kim is still going through all of the pictures so I will post some later but in the mean time I thought you might like this one.

We toasted with horse milk.

PS. I'm in a basketball tournament on Saturday to celebrate the 10-year anniversary of the missions organization the church here started. My team has matching jerseys but somehow I was the only one who ended up without a number. My and Kim's remedy was to cut "9"s out of her polka dot fabric and sew them on. She's doing that right now. I think they'll take me really seriously on the court now...

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