English Club

I had an incredibly emotional and spiritual weekend, and I feel the need to talk about it here, but I'm not sure I have all the right words at the moment, being that I have 5 minutes before I have to catch my train to Budapest. How can I sum it up quickly and meaningfully? Well, I can't, so bear with me.
My church here in Vác has an English conversation club on Fridays, and the pastor and his wife have asked me to help out with it. Of course I said yes, because first of all, I can finally talk to my students outside of school in real conversations, and secondly, bringing them to church gives them an opportunity to stay after English club for the high school youth group and actually hear about God, which is another thing hard for me to do in school. It seems the perfect way for me to combine teaching and ministry, since the church doesn't have that much connection with high school students, and I see 176 per week.
Anyway, this week I just came to watch, and I only told my American student, Barb, about it and she came with me. There were only two other students there, one of which goes to my school, and while we were sitting and chatting in English, a homeless man comes in begging for money.
And this is where I leave you in suspense, because my time is up and I have to catch a train, but I will write part II tomorrow, so stay tuned for an incredible story.