What can I say about Zambia? It seems like we just got here, and now we have a week remaining. Where did the time go? Maybe some of it went to the kids at school. Or it could have disappeared in the village market while Justin screamed the Gospel at any who would listen. I seem to recall a moment or two spent praying over the village folk – apparently there are a lot of people who need healing. Of course, we did spend a couple of hours attempting to instruct the leaders of the community in leadership.
Where does the time ever go? The reality is this trip is a short adventure; the time is finite. In a little over 7 months, I will return to the States 11 months older and a dozen countries more experienced. So what should I do in the mean time? Live it up; soak in every last moment; enjoy the time that I have with my teammates, with my squadmates, with my hosts, with my ministry contacts, with the woman in the village who needed prayer.
How many more unforgettable moments will occur on this Race? How many moments will disappear unnoticed? Who will mourn the 5am runs in Kasama, Zambia if not me?
