The dirt here is everywhere- layered onto our feet, faces, and belongings. It’s a really lovely shade of red. Kids wear it like clothing.
If you’ve read other blogs about Africa, then this will sound familiar. I’m even sort of skeptical writing this because I don’t think I’ll have anything original to add to the mix. Except that it’s my own Africa experience, not some other Racer who I’ve never met.
Our ministry this month, so far, is street evangelism. We preach the gospel on the side of the road or in open markets to small clusters of open ears.
What they say is true: there is a spiritual openness among the people here. They are eager to receive the gospel and claim Christ for their savior. They are quick to heal, to dance, to be delivered, and to accept the 7 of us as family. Wherever we go, we are greeted with smiles and open arms.
And sometimes we wonder if they are just a little too quick to be slain in the Spirit, or if maybe they’ve already been saved (so why are you praying the salvation prayer again, my friend?). Sometimes I think us Racers are some sort of traveling-act that they gather around to spectate and gawk at. But that part isn’t for me to judge. I simply deliver the good news.
And I know that in spite of their slight over-eagerness, that at least some of these seeds are rooted in good soil. They wouldn’t be pleading for Bibles if they didn’t really believe, right?
On a smaller side note, I’m so appreciative of everyone’s comments on my blogs… due to terrible wifi, it’s really hard for me to individually respond. But please know that I read your comments and am deeply grateful for the support. Keep it up please! Some days are mundane- your comments brighten my day.
