As I sit down to type it is June
15 and I have been in Romania for two weeks working with my new team at a
ministry called “Casa Shalom,” which is an outreach mainly to poor and
abandoned children in Bucharest and the surrounding villages. Right now we are running a 5 day children’s
camp with about 50 kids. Camp means that they don’t leave for the entire 5
days… God, help me! Anyways, I thought I would finally fill you all in as to
what ministry looked like last month in Nigeria…

A black Lincoln Navigator with dark-tinted windows showed up
to drive us off to our new ministry location for the month. The pastor that would be hosting us is also
the CEO of a Nigerian oil company. A
little overwhelmed by the luxury of the SUV I was sitting in, I barely noticed
the dirty shacks and malnourished children we drove past as I slipped into a
deep, air-condition induced slumber. Through the massive gate and past the oversized security, our rich
friends-for-the-month had given us the 3 bedroom apartment they own directly
across the hall from theirs to stay in. The apartment was really nice. I know something about me has changed as
I barely seemed to mind the 45+ mice we caught and the hundreds of cockroaches.
I did my best to avoid thinking about how I was living a hundred times more
luxuriously than the thousands of people that lived in the same community who
would fight over a free bag of rice. Because of “security concerns” we weren’t allowed to leave the premises
unless it was to go to church or if we were accompanied by security.
 
Our first night with “Christ-Heart Healing and Deliverance
Ministry,” I was asked to preach at the Wednesday night service about an hour
before I was asked to get up and speak to about 120 people. Although it was short notice I was glad to do it. The Scriptures
instruct us to be ready to give an account for the hope that lies within us in
season and out of season, but before I can explain to someone about the hope
that Christ has given me I must first talk about His grace and mercy, and so I
did.
 
 Pastor Mrs. Olufemi Abulde

The next day, complaints came in from the pastor’s wife that
I didn’t preach with enough “fire,” referring to the fact that I didn’t scream
the entire 45min. sermon, and it was asked that whoever spoke next would bring
said fire. Weston spoke next and our
group was not asked to deliver another sermon after that.
 
 I thought your sermon was quite nice Weston.

To be continued…