After working in every department girls could work in, I signed up for four months of Intensive Training. The ship was in Chile.
It was so intense. We had daily, weekly and monthly goals. We read through the Bible from cover to cover, memorised long portions of scripture, read through lots of required reading books and listened to many messages which were on cassette tapes in the library.
We got up to jog at 5 am every day preparing for a 25 km run and a 20 km walk. That was interesting when we were at sea; running along the deck with waves splashing all around us, stopping to throw up then off again. It was a test of endurance.
Wherever we went we were either reading or mumbling memory verses under our breath. On top of that there were certain hours we had to work. We didn’t sleep much.
The three day fast was a challenge. The ship was docked and we were put into teams. There was a small church building where we stayed and prayed for three days. Now THAT was intense. We were only allowed to have water. There were many manifestations of bad character but we walked back onto the ship thinner and better people.
There was also a three day “faith trip”. We left the ship with as many books as we could carry, no money and a change of clothes. When we met people we could answer their questions but not solicit anything in anyway. If we sold books, we could use that money to buy food; if we didn’t, too bad.
I had NEVER had to ask God for food. I struggled. My pride really got in the way. The other girls seemed to be fine with it but I just couldn’t do it. We had no food for the first day and a half and we all came to the conclusion that I was the Jonah. They urged and encouraged me to just humble myself and ask God. I was so hungry that I did. That afternoon while walking around the small town, we met a lady who asked us what we were doing. There was no hinting or soliciting in our reply. She invited us to her house for dinner. It was a HUGE house and the table was groaning with food.
We ate, drank and were VERY merry.