Hike up your skirt. Strap on your sandals. Slap on the sunscreen and grab your walking stick it’s time for ministry in, “The Land of 1,000 Hills.”
Welcome to Kigali, Rwanda.
This month were going door to door once more to preach the gospel. Departing for the World Race I left my 45 minute commute to and from work behind. In exchange for the highways and byways of metro Boston, I recieved a 1.5 hour “commute” to and from ministry daily.
I can’t really complain, however, because my newly inherited commute is an hour-plus walk up the most beautiful mountainside I’ve ever encountered. What are a few blisters in comparison to a few saved souls? Not much in my opinion.
Were reaching people otherwise forgotten. They don’t come to the gospel so we bring the gospel to them. Nestled atop the hills on Kigali’s outskirts we preach, sing and make new friends. Ministering to the lost. They’ve never heard His name.
Yes, we scare the children who have never before seen a white person. Yes, were seeing God work in miraculous ways. Yes, I wouldn’t trade my gospel and a work out ministry for anything. And yes, we often get conquered by the mountain.
But hey…. all in a days work on the World Race.
