Question:
Answer:
Every day looks different, since we are looking always meeting new people to see if there can be a partnership made with the World Race. Here’s what May 7th looked like.
The pastor’s home was our first stop. It was in the middle of the village. They brought us inside to sit and wait. We didn’t know what we were waiting for, until they finally brought in steaming bowls of boiled pumpkin for us to eat.
Next we walked through the pastor’s village. We saw much poverty. In one area we sat with a old woman with many children and no husband, and encouraged her through her trials with words from James 1 and Psalms 139. Then, of course, we took pictures with her and her family.
We kept walking until we hit another village, and another. From one to the next we walked a narrow dirt path through vast green fields, sometimes unable to see anything civilization ahead or behind us.
Soon we were back at the pastor’s house for lunch. Good thing, too, because I was as hungry as a starving African.
They fed us good, traditional food. Nshima (starchy, flavourless substance dipped in various sauces), kale, egg and boiled sweet potato, with lots of salt. We ate with our hands, as you do with nshima.
We thought the day was over. It wasn’t.
After lunch we were taken to a forth village called Anderson village. It has 400, 000 inhabitants! The kids were so happy to see us, and loved getting their pictures taken.
Finally we came to the last one of our tour. They brought out a mattress (tarp) to sit on, and sit in a group to listen to us speak. Then the pastor asked one of us to preach. (Haha Africa style!) I got up and preached the gospel through Memory, the pastor’s wife, who translated. Before the World Race I had never preached the gospel. Now I have!
At least a dozen people accepted Christ that day. They came forward and we prayed with the group, then over the group, then for each person individually, laying hands on their heads.
That was our whole day! After a brief prayer back at the pastor’s home, we were driven home in an old, beat-up minibus for a fun evening of delicious food and great company.
Oh, the days of a Racer. I’m going to miss this life.
