A Spanish Bible Class in Midwest City

This evening, I went to the Spanish Bible class again. It is in a different place every week, but this week, it was at the Autumn House in Midwest City. When I went to my car to go, my back tire was almost completely flat. I have never changed a flat tire, and we live kind of out in the country. I decided to drive to the closest gas station to get help. There was an air machine there, so someone helped me put air in my tire. I didn’t have it changed because I was already late. I was just hoping it would get me to my class, and after the class, I would see if the air held. If it didn’t, the class was close to Wal-Mart, and I know there is a garage there. However, even though Wal-Mart stays open very late, I don’t know how late the garage part stays open. I was just hoping my tire would be okay. When I arrived at Autumn House, my tire was fine, so I decided to go on to the class and look at the tire again after the class to decide what to do.

I began the evening with an almost flat tire. I was worried it could destroy my evening, but it only made me late to the class.//Photo by Gerd Altmann on Pexels.com

I went to the building, and the doors to the building were locked, but there was a speaker phone for me to call someone to enter the building. I called and told them I was there for the Spanish Bible class. After a couple of seconds, a lady speaking Spanish came on the phone. I told her who I was and asked if my new Mexican friend was there, and they told me to wait because they would come right away and let me in. A woman who was at the class last week came with a special card to let me in. I think the Autumn House is a retirement community full of nice apartments for elderly people with extremely good security.

Autumn House is a huge brick building that is put together like a dormitory with long halls with lots of door inside and small nice apartments behind each door. It has very strict security. Photo by Immortal shots – See latest on Pexels.com

As I entered the apartment, there were many women there who weren’t there last week, but some who were there last week were there. I learned they were from churches all over Oklahoma City. Not all of them were Mexican, but some were. Some were Puerto Rican, and one young girl said she was Mexican and American Indian from Oklahoma. Her Spanish wasn’t very good, but she was trying. One of the ladies from Puerto Rico told me that she grew up in New York City. She spoke Spanish well, but couldn’t read very well, and she kept trying to speak English because I was there, but kept destroying English too. There was a young woman with a baby from Chicago who spoke English and Spanish both well. There were just all kinds of ladies. The apartment belonged to a lady in a wheelchair that I had met at the Spanish Bible class last week, and I learned she was Puerto Rican. There were about 12-15 ladies in the small living room. I wanted to take pictures, but my phone is having problems, and it was impossible.

We began the class with a prayer, and then sang some songs, all in Spanish.Photo by Public Domain Pictures on Pexels.com

My Mexican friend began the Bible class with a prayer. Next, we sang some songs in Spanish. I can’t remember every one we sang because I hadn’t heard some of the before, but I remember we sang “Bellas Mansiones” (Pretty Mansions), and in English, some of the words go like this, “I’ve got a mansion just over the hill top in that fair land where we’ll never grow old, and some day yonder, we will never more wanter, but walk the streets that are purest gold.”

The Bible class was about managing our money as a Christian and giving to God. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

After that, my Mexican friend asked me to begin reading from the book, “Hijas de Eva” (Daughters of Eve) for them. We took turns reading out loud in Spanish, and read all of a lesson called “La Viuda Pobre” (The Poor Widow). It was about managing our money as Christians and about giving money to God. An important scripture that kept coming up goes something like this: “Where your treasure is, is where your heart is.” There was a lot of discussion about earthly treasure and spiritual treasure. When we got to the end of the chapter, there were questions at the end of the chapter, and there was a lot of discussion about the questions. There was a problem because one of the ladies was insisting on something the others ladies didn’t agree with. No one got angry, but no one likes to disagree. When I choose something to study for a Bible class, I always choose directly from the Bible, then we have the authority right there in from of us, and no one can disagree. I discussed it with my Mexican friend after the class, and she understood why I thought we should be reading directly from the Bible, and she agrees with me. The book will be finished soon, and then we can go directly into the Bible. I didn’t choose the book, and I am glad they want to study directly from the Bible. God is the authority. The Bible is the authority.

The meat wasn’t chicken, but maybe pork, and the rice was like Mexican rice. Nothing was spicy at all, and everything tastes good. Photo by Rajesh TP on Pexels.com

When the class was finished, there was food. The lady in the wheel chair from Puerto Rico had cooked for us. There was rice that is very similar to Spanish rice, but I didn’t see any onions or bells peppers in it. Instead it had a kind of beans mixed with it that I had never seen. The rice was good. On the side of the rice, there was meat. I’m not sure, but it may have been pork because it was the right color and not as dry as chicken, and the bones just didn’t seem like chicken bones. They were shaped wrong. The pork had a delicious sauce on it. I tried to get a picture, but my phone is acting up. The Puerto Rican food was good.

After we ate, all the women stayed around talking. Photo by ELEVATE on Pexels.com

After we ate, all the ladies stayed around to talk. My Mexican friend sat next to me, and it was really good for me because we had a really long conversation in Spanish. We are really getting to know one another slowly. She is a very nice lady. When we were talking, she learned that I was a little bit late because I had a problem with my tire. She told me she lived close to there, and she would help me if I went outside and found the tire was flat. After we talked a bit more, people began leaving, so I decided I should go check my tire and see if it still had air. I told al the ladies “bye.”

When I checked my tire after the class, everything seemed okay. Photo by Lina Kivaka on Pexels.com

I went out to my car, and thankfully, there was still air in my tire. I drove home, and next I have to go get my daughter from work. Tomorrow morning is church. I just hope my tire lasts through it all until it isn’t inconvenient to have someone look at it and see if it needs changed. Until then, I have learned how to use the air machine at the nearest gas station, but it would be nice not to have to worry about it anymore. My evening started out shaky because of my car, but I had a really nice evening with the ladies.

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