After loading all our packs into the back of the truck, our team of seven pilled in as well and we headed out.
As we drove to our ministry location we passed what seemed like an enormous, never ending market buzzing with people.
Ladies adorned in brightly colored outfits carried large bundles on their head, and men and children of every age yelled prices as they approached every car attempted to sell the random trinkets they had draped over their shoulders.
Thats when I had my first, oh ok,
‘THIS is Africa’ moment
Every month has THAT moment, and as I stood in the bed of the truck with my hair blowing every which way,
I had my first, but surely not my last.
Our first full day we were here we did house visits all morning….we sang songs with each family we saw, chatted a bit, and prayed over them.
We prayed healing,
we prayed wisdom,
we prayed power,
we prayer restoration,
and we prayed for His Spirit.
After that we took a couple of hours for lunch and then quickly loaded things in a truck for an evening outreach about an hour away. African outreaches last much longer then the ones in the states….
I’m talking 5pm to midnight.
Imagine hug speakers blasting native worship music, tons of Mozambicans from every corner gathering, powerful messaged being yelled over the mics, and HOURS of dancing. Toward the end of the evening all the lights went out, but rest assured that the music and dancing continued. Everything was dark in that dusty place, but under the bright light of the stars you could see the silhouette of about 100 of natives dancing. Now surely,
THIS is Africa.
