Well I am back in Swaziland, but this time it is a little different. The same house that once made me feel so lonesome is now on the verge of making me crazy well not really, but it is full of a lot of people only to have more people come in the next couple of days. But I have to admit it is a nice change.
I arrived in Mozambique last wednesday. My family AKA team Salt picked me up at the airport along with Clinton. It was a bittersweet reunion. I was more than happy to see my team, but I soon realized that we were short a member. Amanda Millington had gone home. I had missed her by hours on both ends, she left in the morning to fly into South Africa and I left in the afternoon to fly into Mozambique so I never got to say goodbye. It was hard knowing our team would not be the same.
Our team was staying at a Resort on the beach that was destroyed by the cyclone so we were just camping there trying to find ministry as contact after contact fell through. So most days were spent waiting for someone to call back or to come pick us up to take us to a meeting. We finally got hooked up with a missionary and his family who got us in contact with a church out in the bush of Mozambique. They call it the bush because that is what it is a giant bush for hundreds of miles there is nothing but bushes and trees all down a really bumpy 4 hour dirt road.
The church we were working with was called the Zion Christian Church. Our contact Jaco was really excited because they had been trying for a long time to be able to work with this church. I don’t know much about it and there are I am sure many different beliefs involved, but some of the churches have not gotten rid of all of their pagan rituals and so it is a mix betweent cultural beliefs and Christianity.
We arrived to the whole church greeting us and singing. We had a little church service. Our plan was to do 2 services on tuesday and then three on wednesday. They went really good. We went through the whole bible from Creation to the law to Jesus and how Jesus fulfilled the law with his death and Resurection. Followed with the gospel message. It was a really amazing experience. One morning we woke up to a women with a demon coming to get pray at our campfire. She had been involved with witch doctors numerous times and would get delivered but then go right back. We prayed for a lot of sick people also.
It was also just an amazing time to be together with my team and to laugh and share our lives together.
I guess sometimes it takes a lonesome racer some time alone to once again become reunited and find out his true home…
Thanks for everyones prayers and support.
