The good:
prison ministry Tuesday’s have been some of the best days so far on the race. Whether I am in the group that stays back and prays for the group that is in the prison, or I am in the group actually going to the prison, it has been powerful. I love how we go overseas to these third world countries to minister to people, but they end up being the ones ministering to us. God has already done some amazing things in this Swazi prison and to see men in a prison, in such horrible conditions, with more joy than me (a very blessed dude from America), it is both convicting and beautiful. It truly is a testament to how powerful and good God is. From all of the good that there has already been, prison ministry has definitely been one of the best.
The rad:
There has already been some really rad stuff in Swaziland, but one definitely takes the cake for the raddest. about two weeks ago for ministry the guys got to go to this little shopping center about 20 minutes away from our compound too do some evangelism. After we got done worshipping in a random furniture/electronic store with all of the workers at full blast on a big ole speaker, we went into the store to get some lunch. Once we got some lunch we went over too this public hangout spot where there was a super old pool table, some super old big speakers, and a bunch of drunk and high Swazi’s. At first it was a little weird for all of these dudes for 6 white guys to just walk up and want to hangout, but within about 10 minutes there was some Tupac blasting, dancing, playing pool, and people hearing about Jesus. I talked to one guy for about an hour and found out everything from his past and why he was drinking so much. To be able to comfort him and encourage him was so powerful and so obviously not from myself, but from Jesus working through me. This hour long talk was so so powerful to him and he couldn’t stop thanking God for sending me too talk to him.
The funny:
The first month In Swaziland all of the guys were staying in tents right outside of our compound so we had one of the girls bathrooms available to us during the day. It was connected to one of the girls rooms, but they knew what times it was ours and didn’t come in during those times. One poor poor girl forgot about those times at the worst possible time and walked in on me right when I got out of the shower and was butt naked… she felt so bad and thought that I was gonna be really awkward and mad about it, but it ended up just being the joke around the squad for the next week.
