Hello everyone! I know it has been a while since my last blog. I hope to write a few more this month.
In this blog I am going to talk about my time in Zambia. Zambia was a very unique month on the race called manistry month. This is because all the men on the squad are together without our female companions. The purpose of this month is for the men to disciple one another. It was awesome getting to be with all guys, however, sadly we did not capitalize on the month and really disciple each other. Dispite this lost opportunity it was still a good month.
Since it was manistry month we did a lot of manual labor. I will never take for granted having lawn mowers again. They mow by swinging little sickles and it is very tiring. I got a lot of blisters from mowing. We did other things like painting, making bricks, and putting in posts for their new fence.
Another ministry we were involved in was teaching, or as I call it child management. Most days I would walk several miles to a small school they set up in an extremely impoverished area.The school building is incredibly small, and even though they are adding on it won’t be enough room for the number of children they teach. It is humbling and I feel blessed to have received the education I did. Despite this, the kids are still receiving an education. Several things I did while at the school was help the teachers grade papers, dig a pit for restrooms, try to help control the chaos, and play games with the children.
My favorite ministry while in Zambia was working with street kids. We did this every Tuesday and Friday night. There was a park in the center of city where we would meet with the children to sing, dance, pray, and someone would give their testimony. At the end of the night we would give them bread and water. They devoured the bread we gave them and you could tell they wanted more. Many of these children come from abusive and troubled homes. In order to prevent hunger paines from ceasing their bodies they sniff glue. With momentary highs they are able to reduce their pains. My heart broke for these broken and lost boys. Despite their difficult and drug induced lives God is present, and we witnessed many miracles. Several of the boys felt a sincere disire to start a relationship with our Lord and savior. I have faith that many of the boys will come to know Abba.
Thank you for reading!
