Today, William and I are buying a goat. It’s not a chicken
this time ladies and gents, we’re taking it to a whole new level. We will buy, butcher and eat this goat for
dinner on Friday night over a bonfire. I’ll hopefully have pictures to come. I’m
not sure how I feel about this process yet- I get a little nauseous thinking
about it- but whatev, culture is a beautiful thing.
In terms of what we have been doing ministry-wise; it varies
from day to day. I can truly say that for the first time on this trip, I feel
like a real missionary. We are required to wear the stereotypical long
missionary skirts with short sleeve shirts. I’ve developed a pretty hott
farmers tan to say the least.
We have been doing a lot of door-to-door ministry. If I was
to knock on someone’s door in the United States and asked for permission to
talk about Jesus, the chances would be unlikely for them to invite me inside –
but that’s the beauty of being a mzungu (white person). There aren’t many of us
around here in Malawi, thus they are intrigued by anything we have to say. This has created a HUGE opportunity to share
Gods word. There hasn’t been a day while doing house visits that I haven’t lead
at least one person to Christ, and its amazing. People are so thirsty for the
word.
It’s easier for Americans to think that they don’t need
Christ when they have a comfortable living situation, and money to get by. In
Africa, a lot of people don’t know when their next meal will be, or if they
will have the funds to finish a high school education. They don’t have proper
medical care, and the risk of dying from a disease or infection is unimaginably
higher than that of the US. Not to mention Aids being a huge problem. It’s not
an easy lifestyle. When we explain that Christ has control over every
situation, and that it wasn’t his intension for life to be a struggle, they
want to hear more. They want to hear that there is a better life in store for
them.
Back to the topic of being one of the few white people in
Malawi, this has also opened a door for us to enter schools and share the good
news. We were able to speak at several different high schools and elementary
schools, only because we are white. If any of our African brothers and sisters
from the church were to ask to speak at the schools about Christ, they would
get shut down.
With every new person that we meet, we throw out an
invitation for them to come to the church we are working with. This Sunday, the
church was packed compared to our first Sunday here. Every once in a great
while, I have doubts about being here, but God consistently shows me that I am
right where I’m supposed to be. In him, through me. His work is amazing.
Oh, and also, I’ve learned some pretty awesome African dance
moves. Church is like a huge dance party. You would all be jealous. I can’t
wait to go to a club in the US when I get home and whip out some of these new
moves. J
