The Work Begins

This little girl is the landlord's grand-daughter. He's excited because he wants her to improve her English. They live one story above us, on the eighth floor ... with no elevator!

In any event, we went to look at this place on a Saturday, and I asked Immanuel to tell the landlord we'd make a decision and then if we felt the Lord was granting us favor we'd meet him the following Saturday.

As it turns out Immanuel called me on Monday, and asked me if I thought we should agree to lease the place. I told him yes, but I wouldn't get paid until Saturday. By the time the day was over we had a place to meet.

That Saturday we also talked about how to make the place suitable for the larger meeting. If you notice the very first picture, as well as the one on the far right of the top row, you'll notice we are standing in a hallway, between two rows of offices -- eight in all.

On our way out we stopped on the fifth floor, where there is a record company which has the same corner as us. No one was in the office, but strangely the door was open, so Immanuel walks right in like he owns the place, and I follow. I notice they only have the four offices on one side of the room. The rest is a wide-open space.

We agree that this would be a good arrangement for us. All we'd need to do is tear down the walls on one side, and we'd have the same configuration. We just have to find a contractor to do the work.