So I survived riding the Metro in Washington DC. I actually enjoyed riding the train, I think I might like that better than an car because of my stomach. But it was a blast. I went to the Catholic Basilica, which was very sad. Here there were beautiful colorful mosaic of Jesus death and of Mary. Most were of Mary holding Jesus, or just Mary. Mary is a very important person because without her Jesus would not of been born, but she is just His mother, nothing else. The Catholics believe that you get to Jesus through Mary. There was an alter that portrayed this "To Jesus through Mary". There were a few good things pictures. There was Jesus off the cross at the back of the church, He looked mean, but He was off the cross. The only problem was that Mary was right in front of Him. My favorite mosaic was of Jesus coming out of the tomb. What a BRIDGE to the Catholic people.
The rest of the day was spent eating Polish food and talking to people in Union Station. I was able to tell several people about Jesus and give them directions to a Church in the area. A few people I spoke to were Christians but did not know where to go to church so they were very thankful for the directions to the Church. On man I spoke to was a Muslim and he wanted to talk to me and listen to what I had to say until some of his friends came into his store. I gave him a track and the number to the church so hopefully he would read the track and contact the church for more information. Pray that "Bob" will read the track and seek answers to his questions and find the truth.
The rest of the week was a blast. Thanksgiving was spent with around 50 people (I think) and was a blast. There were some parts of the day that were hard because of the memories of my grandmother, but I had a wonderful day all in all. We spent the day at a Church eating and fellowshipin'. I don't think I could of asked for a better day.