Learning the rules of a language and learning the language are not the same. The rules are important, but learning to communicate is far more important. This series on language learning is not just something I think might work, it is what I am doing right now. I am in the midst of learning Spanish. This involves language school, but it continues far beyond our short time we have with our language school teacher.
On Monday and Tuesday nights, I have the unique opportunity to attend the seminary that is a ministry of the church we attend here. Classes are from 7:00 PM – 10:00 PM. The leaders of the seminary are very kind to let me attend classes there. These classes are more opportunities to learn and practice Spanish. I don’t say very much, most of my learning is by way of listening and watching the interaction between teacher and students. I can see the progression. When I first started going I was more engaged at specific words that were being said. At some point there has been a dramatic shift. Now I have arrived at the place of paying attention to the topic and what is being communicated (which is far better). I find myself wanting to interject some thought here and there (although I am not quite sure my mouth can say what my mind wants to say). I sit there on those nights learning what is being said! I probably understand 80-85% of what is being communicated in class. It helps that the subject matter is something I am familiar with, but I am learning. I still write down the words that I hear but don’t know the meaning. I look those words up in a dictionary afterwards. We have a break about halfway through the night. This is an opportunity to converse for me. I try to stand outside in the cold night (it is winter at this time) and talk to someone about whatever I can. We almost always talk about how cold it is. We have talked about class and what we were just discussing in class. We talk about upcoming days. Anything I can find to talk about I try to do so. We resume class after the break and I finish listening to the last portion of class. At 10:00 PM, we dismiss and I start for home (about a 15 minute drive). I arrive home to a dark house. Leslie and the kids have already eaten and are now in bed. There is a plate of food left out for me to eat. Leslie will usually get out of bed to greet me and tell me about dinner. I will eat at the table and think about how incredible my life is! We get to learn a language and get to do so in some amazing ways!
At the time of this blog, it is winter break. Right now is is a very nasty, rainy day. Winter break lasts 2 weeks. We resume classes next week. I am looking forward to it. The leaders of the seminary have asked me to teach a short class in November/December in the seminary! I should be fluent by then, at least fluent enough to teach a class! This is just another way I am learning the language!

Our language school teacher’s name is Alfredo. Alfredo was born and raised in Argentina. He was saved in his 60’s. He loves Jesus and works to make Leslie and I fluent in the language. He heard the Gospel at Iglesia Bautista El Faro (the same church we attend now). Shortly after he believed on Jesus. He loves Argentina very much and loves talking about the culture and different cities. He corrects me constantly and I love it. I am learning so much from him. Our language school is 3 hours per day. In those 3 hours we work through a curriculum, talk about what we did last night, what we are going to do tomorrow, or what we read or saw. We sip on Mate (an herbal tea here that is delicious) and everything done is done in Spanish. Alfredo knows the vast majority of the people in this country are lost and have never heard the Gospel before. Today he was urging me to stay in La Plata because there are so many parts of this city that have never been touched with the Gospel (we are praying about where to go, but this is a subject for another post). We learn the rules of the language during this time.