But in case anyone is wondering how school is going, I can say that it is great to be back in the familiar schedule of getting up early, working hard most of the day, and thoroughly enjoying the few minutes of me time that I get each day. The hard work has already begun, but I thrive on challenge. My classes for this semester are:
Anatomy and Physiology, lecture and lab
U.S. History to 1877
TV, Radio, Internet, Oh my! (An Honors class about communication)
Food Science, lecture and lab
Introduction to Medical Nutrition Therapy
I'm taking 17 credits, which is the most I've taken so far. Hopefully I will glide through this semester without too many disasters and mental breakdowns. :)
Now, back to the RNC. I cannot believe that I forgot to mention in my last post about seeing Donald Trump. Well, technically, he saw me and I saw his vehicle. As we were singing, his motorcade came by - literally dozens and dozens of police cars and motorcycles with a few SUV's sandwiched in between. I saw a silver SUV go by, but failed to notice him waving at us until others around me starting gasping, "Did you see him waving at us?" I'm no Trump fan, but I definitely felt chagrined that I looked right at his vehicle and didn't see him. I would make a lousy detective.
So anyway, several days after that memorable night I joined a small group, all of whom were members of local churches, to pass out tracts and John & Romans in Public Square. We had heard that most of the excitement was happening here, particularly when it came to protests. Once we got there, I was going to be in a smaller group compromised of me and three other people from my church. As we rode along in the church van toward our destination, I reminded myself that I had survived Monday night, and would most likely get through today unscathed.
Public Square surprised me at first. It seemed calmer than I had expected, with fewer law enforcement people around and virtually no protests. With a sigh of relief, I stuck by my dear friend Mrs. LiBassi and began handing out the literature to a mostly responsive stream of people. Everything was going great, and the atmosphere was cordial.
However, after a few minutes, things began to change. A group of Hispanic people began to stir up a large anti-Trump protest right where we were standing. We moved.
Then, a group of "Christians" showed up with some very inflammatory large signs. I can't really judge whether they were born-again Christians or not, but their action were certainly un-Christlike. They set up camp in a large courtyard area and began to attract a large crowd. Then the cavalry came in (so to speak). Literally columns of police officers came swarming in, with helmets and shields. A group began to protest the "Christian" group, and soon both sides were yelling at each other across the crowd. Things got nasty fast. We moved to the outskirts of the crowd, and continued handing out the Gospel to the many people flocking to the chaos. Our male escort, Mr. Nolan, was keeping a keen eye on a man with a gun in case anything got out out control.
The police formed a physical barrier around the inflammatory group. More law enforcement arrived, and two heavily armed SWAT men took up their position right behind us. It was kinda cool, since they literally looked like they crawled out of an action movie. People kept coming up and taking their picture, which gave us an opportunity to give them a tract.
We saw a lot of weirdness, but also many civil and even kind people. Several people asked for additional tracts for family members, which we gladly gave. We even met some fellow Christians, who expressed their appreciation for our efforts. Although many turned down the Gospel, just as many accepted the packet. Only God knows the impact His Word has had and will have on their lives.
After several hours, sunburned, hot, and thirsty, we were picked up by Pastor Royalty. It had been an adventure, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. We were thankful that no serious violence took place, although I know that people were arrested that day. On a funny note, later that day someone's tire blew, causing a total panic. Our pastor's family was taking a shift then, and they said that everyone started running, thinking someone was shooting.
Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of our time at the RNC, other than this nice picture taken by a friend from Monday night.