For this shorter story, I wanted to explain more to you about e3 Partners Ministry.
Their name is derived from their mission statement and their purpose.
1) Equip.
e3 Partners does not make it their goal to enter into a foreign country and take over Christianity ministry there. Instead, the goal is to equip nationals, the people of the country, to minister to their own people. e3 strives to build up the national church by raising up national leaders who head up e3 in that country. Also, about six months before each mission trip, American e3 leaders join together with e3 leaders from the other nation to train other nationals to be pastors.
2) Evangelize.
e3 Partners next sends teams from the US on short-term mission trips (and other countries too--a team from Venezuela joined with Americans on a mission trip to Tanzania last year). Team members are partnered and then each member is matched with a national translator, a national missionary, and a pastor of a new church. The purpose of these trips is to help the new pastors to plant their new churches. As I have mentioned before, each day consists of door-to-door evangelism. When people put their faith in Christ, the pastor writes their name and other important information (i.e. age, address, best time and day for visit) down on a piece of paper. The pastor keeps the information so that he or she can follow up with them in the future, after the mission team has gone. Also, the teams invite all people to the new church that afternoon for worship, teaching, and discipleship.
3) Establish.
The establishment of new churches by e3 begins in the afternoon during the discipleship time. There is worship, and then the mission team will teach lessons about what it means to be saved or about being secure in their new faith. The pastor then follows up with the people and is encouraged to continue sharing the gospel in the area around the church.
Equip. Evangelize. Establish.
Check out their website for more info! www.e3Partners.org
More interesting stories to come...
Love in Christ!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
trust=confidence.
"But BLESSED is the man
who TRUSTS in the LORD,
whose CONFIDENCE
is in HIM."
Jeremiah 17:7
It is that simple.
Trust. Abide.
In Him, Confide.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Iff and Butt...
At the end of my Children's Literature class, my professor, Dr. Tom Hanks, asked us for suggestions of children's literature that we might add to the course for next year. One student suggested Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie. She said it would fit perfectly with the theme of our course. Everyone in the class was quick to write it down, hoping to someday make it part of their own, personal reading repertoire.
When I came home this summer, my brother, Colin, said that the only good book he read this past semester in British Literature was none other than Haroun and the Sea of Stories. And when Colin says he likes a book, it is, without a doubt, a book worth reading.
So I read it. And it is good! The following are some of my favorite quotes from Haroun. Enjoy!
" 'A person may choose what he cannot see,' he said, as if explaining something very obvious to a very foolish individual. 'A person may mention a bird's name even if the creature is not present and correct: crow, quail, hummingbird, bulbul, mynah, parrot, kite. A person may even select a flying creature of his own invention, for example winged horse, flying turtle, airborne whale, space serpent, aeromouse.
To give a thing a name, a label, a handle; to rescue it from anonymity, to pluck it out of the Place of Namelessness, in short to identify it - well, that's a way of bringing the said thing into being. Or, in this case, the said bird or Imaginary Flying Organism.' "
-page 63
"He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were the Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and contained a single tale."
-page 71-2
" 'I always thought storytelling was like juggling,' he finally found the voice to say. 'You keep a lot of different tales in the air, and juggle them up and down, and if you're good you don't drop any. So maybe juggling is a kind of storytelling, too.' "
-page 109
" 'But but but what is the point of giving persons Freedom of Speech,' declaimed Butt the Hoopoe, 'if you then say they must not utilize same? And is not the Power of Speech the greatest Power of all? Then surely it must be exercised to the full?' "
-page 119
" 'But it's not as simple as that,' he told himself, because the dance of the Shadow Warrior showed him that silence had its own grace and beauty (just as speech could be graceless and ugly); and that Action could be as lovely as the children of the light. 'If Guppees and Chupwalas didn't hate each other so,' he thought, 'they might actually find each other pretty interesting. Opposites attract, as they say.' "
-page 125
The evil Khattam-Shud: " 'Your world, my world, all worlds,' came the reply. 'They are all there to be Ruled. And inside every single story, inside every Stream in the Ocean, there lies a world, a story-world, that I cannot Rule at all. And that is the reason why.' "
-page 161
" 'Happy endings must come at the end of something,' the Walrus pointed out. 'If they happen in the middle of a story, of an adventure, of the like, all they do is cheer things up for a while.'
'That'll do,' said Haroun.
Then it was time to go home.
-page 202
Hope this has whet your appetite!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Africa Story #5: Third Day - Part III
This is the end of that wonderful, interesting, super-long third day. :)
6th house: In this home were two beautiful Maasai women, Mama Gunena and Mama Sawa. I will never forget their faces. Mama Sawa was 22 years old, just like me. They are called Mama, followed by the name of their eldest child.
I shared the gospel with them in Swahili (through Jonathon) using the Evangecube. Mama Gunena loved the story. She told Jonathon and Pastor Pius that she wanted to believe, but she and her family worship other gods. She explained that when the full moon comes out they offer sacrifices and worship the moon. I told Jonathon to tell her that God created the moon, and that He has power over and above and beyond it. Jonathon also explained to her how the Israelites offered sacrifices for their sin but now are no longer required to do so.
Next, he wanted to read from Acts in the Bible, more about sacrifices and the almighty power of God. Mama Gunena told him that they had a Bible. She sent her young son, probably 8 or 9, to get the Bible. He returned quickly. They told us they received the Bible a long time ago but do not spend time reading it (none of them know how to read except for this boy). Jonathon wanted to read to them from their Bible, so they would know that we did not have some special, fixed version that fit our beliefs. But before he started reading, he decided to ask the young boy to read it instead. The little boy was so excited! He read aloud 7-8 verses about offering sacrifices of praise to God alone. He wanted to keep reading and asked Jonathon what he should read. Jonathon told him to keep reading in Chapter 17 of Acts. Jonathon also encouraged him to look up and read to his family the verses on the tracts we were handing out, verses that go throughout the gospel and bring words to the pictures on the Evangecube. He was so excited; he returned to where he was sitting on the ground and took the Bible with him.
After the explanation and hearing the truth from their own Bible, Mama Gunena wanted to accept Jesus! But, she said she could not do so until she had explained everything to Mama Sawa who, as it turns out, only spoke Maasai. We had no idea that as we were sitting there and talking, that she could not understand. So without hesitation, Mama Gunena began sharing the gospel with Mama Sawa. She asked me to show the pictures while she told the story. She did the cube perfectly! No, I could not understand what she was saying, but somehow I could understand that she understood and that truth was being spoken in and through her to Mama Sawa.
After hearing and understanding, Mama Sawa also wanted to make Jesus her Lord and Savior. When we prayed the prayer for them to accept Jesus, I spoke in English, Jonathon in Swahili, Mama Gunena repeated in Maasai, and then Mama Sawa would repeat after Mama Gunena. Even language is not a barrier to the light of the truth of the gospel of Christ. God knew we didn't speak Maasai, so He provided someone, who also needed Jesus, to serve as translator to reach Mama Sawa. Beautiful. Nothing is impossible for God.
After we prayed together, God gave me an idea. In my backpack, I had small, flat evangecubes (basically, stiff paper that also had the pictures of the gospel on them and also flipped from picture to picture). I thought that since Mama Gunena could already repeat and share the gospel using the cube, I would give one to her. I did! I had Jonathon explain that I saw her share so beautifully and encouraged her to use this smaller one to tell everyone she knows, in Swahili and Maasai.
It was so cool. She was grateful and excited, and Mama Sawa looked at peace. After we left that house to head back to the church for lunch, Jonathon and Pastor Pius both told me how joyful they were. "You left yourself behind," Jonathon told me.
Pray for Mama Gunena and Mama Sawa. That God would use them mightily to touch the lives of the people around them. Pray for Mama Gunena's son. That he would find truth in the Bible, God's Word, and be able to share it with his family and others as well.
Love in Unstoppable God!
6th house: In this home were two beautiful Maasai women, Mama Gunena and Mama Sawa. I will never forget their faces. Mama Sawa was 22 years old, just like me. They are called Mama, followed by the name of their eldest child.
I shared the gospel with them in Swahili (through Jonathon) using the Evangecube. Mama Gunena loved the story. She told Jonathon and Pastor Pius that she wanted to believe, but she and her family worship other gods. She explained that when the full moon comes out they offer sacrifices and worship the moon. I told Jonathon to tell her that God created the moon, and that He has power over and above and beyond it. Jonathon also explained to her how the Israelites offered sacrifices for their sin but now are no longer required to do so.
Next, he wanted to read from Acts in the Bible, more about sacrifices and the almighty power of God. Mama Gunena told him that they had a Bible. She sent her young son, probably 8 or 9, to get the Bible. He returned quickly. They told us they received the Bible a long time ago but do not spend time reading it (none of them know how to read except for this boy). Jonathon wanted to read to them from their Bible, so they would know that we did not have some special, fixed version that fit our beliefs. But before he started reading, he decided to ask the young boy to read it instead. The little boy was so excited! He read aloud 7-8 verses about offering sacrifices of praise to God alone. He wanted to keep reading and asked Jonathon what he should read. Jonathon told him to keep reading in Chapter 17 of Acts. Jonathon also encouraged him to look up and read to his family the verses on the tracts we were handing out, verses that go throughout the gospel and bring words to the pictures on the Evangecube. He was so excited; he returned to where he was sitting on the ground and took the Bible with him.
After the explanation and hearing the truth from their own Bible, Mama Gunena wanted to accept Jesus! But, she said she could not do so until she had explained everything to Mama Sawa who, as it turns out, only spoke Maasai. We had no idea that as we were sitting there and talking, that she could not understand. So without hesitation, Mama Gunena began sharing the gospel with Mama Sawa. She asked me to show the pictures while she told the story. She did the cube perfectly! No, I could not understand what she was saying, but somehow I could understand that she understood and that truth was being spoken in and through her to Mama Sawa.
After hearing and understanding, Mama Sawa also wanted to make Jesus her Lord and Savior. When we prayed the prayer for them to accept Jesus, I spoke in English, Jonathon in Swahili, Mama Gunena repeated in Maasai, and then Mama Sawa would repeat after Mama Gunena. Even language is not a barrier to the light of the truth of the gospel of Christ. God knew we didn't speak Maasai, so He provided someone, who also needed Jesus, to serve as translator to reach Mama Sawa. Beautiful. Nothing is impossible for God.
After we prayed together, God gave me an idea. In my backpack, I had small, flat evangecubes (basically, stiff paper that also had the pictures of the gospel on them and also flipped from picture to picture). I thought that since Mama Gunena could already repeat and share the gospel using the cube, I would give one to her. I did! I had Jonathon explain that I saw her share so beautifully and encouraged her to use this smaller one to tell everyone she knows, in Swahili and Maasai.
It was so cool. She was grateful and excited, and Mama Sawa looked at peace. After we left that house to head back to the church for lunch, Jonathon and Pastor Pius both told me how joyful they were. "You left yourself behind," Jonathon told me.
Pray for Mama Gunena and Mama Sawa. That God would use them mightily to touch the lives of the people around them. Pray for Mama Gunena's son. That he would find truth in the Bible, God's Word, and be able to share it with his family and others as well.
Love in Unstoppable God!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Hannah.
So here is an ode to my precious Hannah.
My Hannah
Who was the greatest dog in town?
Well, Hannah Henrietta Brown
She was the prettiest in brown and black
With, in fur, a figure eight on her back
We called her frisky, some even said like a fox
She was agile, could jump over stairs and a box
She was faster than any other dog
And quite the priss, worthy of this blog
She would sit on our porch, cross her front paws
And sometimes, she'd run away, without cause
It would take forever, just to get her home
She failed obedience school, never listened to "Come."
She was the best guard dog, despite her small size
The smartest dog I've met, maybe even wise
Never was she a mother
But she cared unlike any other
I used to sit and tell her things
I could not tell to human beings
In younger days, she would jump on me
But then we made it a daily routine
I would pat my thighs
She jump up, I'd sigh
I would kiss her head
She'd kiss my cheek instead
I'd hold her close and pat her side
She'd lick and love and in me confide
She didn't like water, not one bit
She loved digging holes, hiding stuff in it
My dad always gave her scraps of our food
Mom always told him that's not good
She enjoyed playing tag, barking at passers-by
Once she nipped at and bit the pool guy
He's okay, she didn't draw blood
She was just over-protecting us
She also, on her head, had a spot
It was there Char would kiss her a lot
It was a hard thing to let her go
But it was the best thing, we know
She is now at peace, no more suffering
Resting at last, she's finally free
We kept all her dog tags and her colorful collar
Every time we hear it shake, we all think of her
Because she truly was the best dog in town
My precious Hannah Henrietta Brown.
Africa Story #4: Third Day - Part II
Let's see...where was I....
4th house: Maasai lived in this house. We talked to two brothers and their two wives. The elder brother did not want to hear any of what we had come to say. I had only started sharing when he began talking in Swahili to Jonathon and Pastor Pius. The elder brother was explaining to them how they, as a family, worship spirits, and they don't want Jesus. Then, when the elder brother left for a second, because he didn't want to hear more, the younger brother said (and the two wives agreed from their places in the background of the house) that he was interested and wanted to hear. But, the younger brother explained, their father had just died, and especially now, the elder brother had more control over the home and the grounds and the family. The younger brother did ask Pastor Pius if he would try to come another time, when the elder brother would be away, and then they could listen and maybe accept.
Please join me in praying for these brothers and their wives. That Pastor Pius would find a time to return to talk to the younger brother and the wives in the absence of the elder brother. And then, that through the faith of the rest of his family, the elder brother would also come to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
5th house: When we cried, "Hodi! Hodi!", as is the custom when entering someone's yard, (which translated basically means, we are here!, we are here!, can we come in?), a grandmother answered, "Karibuni" ("You are all welcome."). We began to explain what we were doing there, she listened. Several of her grandchildren were home, and they peeked out just their heads from behind curtains to other rooms. If I looked them in the eyes, they would retreat, only to peek their heads out again seconds later. I shared the gospel with the grandmother. She continued to listen intently. I noticed she was wearing a lot of bracelets; this sometimes indicates the person wearing the bracelets believes in the presence of evil spirits and maintains that he or she must wear bracelets to ward them off and to protect themselves.
After I finished telling her the story of Jesus using the cube, she began to talk very strongly to Jonathon and Pastor Pius. They didn't explain to me what was going on until afterward. Apparently, I was right about her beliefs and her bracelets. She believed strongly in the power of evil spirits. She could not understand how spirits could go to live with God forever, when I explained eternal life with God. She believes that when people die, their spirits remain with the family after briefly going to either the good or the bad spirit place (based on their deeds in life). Jonathon explained the grace of God, the futility of works, and the impossibility of gaining access to God simply by being good. She excused herself to go get water, very obviously gesturing that she was tired of listening to us.
Just as she was getting up to leave, a man entered the house and sat in a chair near me. She explained to Jonathon and Pastor Pius that he was a homeless man who wanders around. She left, and we were alone with this man (and of course the peeking grandchildren). Jonathon began to talk to the man asking if we could share with him about Jesus. I assumed from his gestures that he did not want to listen, and shortly afterward, Jonathon and the pastor said, "Let's go." As it turns out, it was not apparent to me, the man was angry, truly furious, that we were there talking about Jesus. And, even though this was not his house, he wanted us to leave and not come back.
Please pray that God's Truth finds this man wherever he may be. And that Pastor Pius can return to the house and talk again with the grandmother about God's almighty power over evil spirits.
So many interesting people in this world...so many who need Jesus.
One more house...but that will have to wait for another story. :)
Love in King of Kings!
4th house: Maasai lived in this house. We talked to two brothers and their two wives. The elder brother did not want to hear any of what we had come to say. I had only started sharing when he began talking in Swahili to Jonathon and Pastor Pius. The elder brother was explaining to them how they, as a family, worship spirits, and they don't want Jesus. Then, when the elder brother left for a second, because he didn't want to hear more, the younger brother said (and the two wives agreed from their places in the background of the house) that he was interested and wanted to hear. But, the younger brother explained, their father had just died, and especially now, the elder brother had more control over the home and the grounds and the family. The younger brother did ask Pastor Pius if he would try to come another time, when the elder brother would be away, and then they could listen and maybe accept.
Please join me in praying for these brothers and their wives. That Pastor Pius would find a time to return to talk to the younger brother and the wives in the absence of the elder brother. And then, that through the faith of the rest of his family, the elder brother would also come to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
5th house: When we cried, "Hodi! Hodi!", as is the custom when entering someone's yard, (which translated basically means, we are here!, we are here!, can we come in?), a grandmother answered, "Karibuni" ("You are all welcome."). We began to explain what we were doing there, she listened. Several of her grandchildren were home, and they peeked out just their heads from behind curtains to other rooms. If I looked them in the eyes, they would retreat, only to peek their heads out again seconds later. I shared the gospel with the grandmother. She continued to listen intently. I noticed she was wearing a lot of bracelets; this sometimes indicates the person wearing the bracelets believes in the presence of evil spirits and maintains that he or she must wear bracelets to ward them off and to protect themselves.
After I finished telling her the story of Jesus using the cube, she began to talk very strongly to Jonathon and Pastor Pius. They didn't explain to me what was going on until afterward. Apparently, I was right about her beliefs and her bracelets. She believed strongly in the power of evil spirits. She could not understand how spirits could go to live with God forever, when I explained eternal life with God. She believes that when people die, their spirits remain with the family after briefly going to either the good or the bad spirit place (based on their deeds in life). Jonathon explained the grace of God, the futility of works, and the impossibility of gaining access to God simply by being good. She excused herself to go get water, very obviously gesturing that she was tired of listening to us.
Just as she was getting up to leave, a man entered the house and sat in a chair near me. She explained to Jonathon and Pastor Pius that he was a homeless man who wanders around. She left, and we were alone with this man (and of course the peeking grandchildren). Jonathon began to talk to the man asking if we could share with him about Jesus. I assumed from his gestures that he did not want to listen, and shortly afterward, Jonathon and the pastor said, "Let's go." As it turns out, it was not apparent to me, the man was angry, truly furious, that we were there talking about Jesus. And, even though this was not his house, he wanted us to leave and not come back.
Please pray that God's Truth finds this man wherever he may be. And that Pastor Pius can return to the house and talk again with the grandmother about God's almighty power over evil spirits.
So many interesting people in this world...so many who need Jesus.
One more house...but that will have to wait for another story. :)
Love in King of Kings!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Africa Story #3: Third Day - Part I
On our third day of ministry in Mang'ola, Sheila and I moved to a second church where Pastor Pius Reumi was pastor. On this third day of ministry, I encountered many interesting people. So many, in fact, that I am going to split up their stories in a few Africa Stories. :)
1st house: The people here were not ready to accept Jesus. I asked if I could pray for them. They said yes! I prayed for provision and blessing for their house, and then that God would open their hearts, that they might see Him.
2nd house: First, I shared the truth of Christ with an mzee, an elderly man, who was sick and lying down in his bed. He could barely see, so Jonathon and I got very close to him so that he could see the Evangecube (this is a small box that changes like a rubix cube, showing pictures of the story of Jesus-we use this as a tool to help the people, who learn aurally and visually, grasp the gospel as we share it with them). After a while, he said that he still needs to think about it and then he promised he would trust in Jesus if the pastor would come back another day. Pastor Pius said that he would.
Next, I walked around his bed to where a Christian woman had gathered the rest of the women of the house, including the mzee's first and second wives, around another bed, because she wanted them to all hear about Jesus. I presented the gospel to them, explaining the grace of God and how Jesus is the Way, Truth, and Life. All of them accepted Christ! They were so excited.
Then, they took me outside and then inside another house, where the newest third wife lived. The first wife went in the back and returned with a week-old baby. She placed the baby in my arms. So precious. I could not believe the little life in my arms. Next thing I know, this first wife brings out a cloth and puts it on my shoulders and wants me to nurse this baby! Ha! I emphatically said no, wishing I could explain that there was NO way, that it was truly impossible for me to do so. Jonathon handled the situation nicely, with hints of laughter, and told her I would not and could not nurse this little baby. After a little while, the fifteen-year-old mother of the baby and third wife, Mndulan, came out from the back room. The first wife urged me to share with her. I began telling her the story. She was so shy. She would not look at me or Jonathon or the Evangecube. Imagine being a mother at 15. And a third wife of an elderly man. And not knowing how to care for a baby, and having to trust other wives to help you do so. And having to greet guests after having a baby at home a week ago. Still, she wanted to put her faith in Jesus in the end. She finally prayed, though very quietly, to accept Jesus.
Join me in praying for this household. For the Mzee, that Pastor Pius goes and that the Mzee opens his heart to the truth of Jesus. For the wives and other women, that they continue in their walk with Christ. For Mndulan, that she finds peace and strength in her Heavenly Father, who loves her more than she can ever imagine.
3rd stop: As we were walking a distance to another house, we encountered a man on the road. Gaga was excited to hear what I had to say. I shared the gospel with him, and as I did, I noticed that he was really listening. His eyes were studying the cube, he was shaking his head, and I could tell that he was taking it all in. After sharing, he decided to trust in Jesus for his salvation!
Later in the afternoon, Sheila and I were back at the church leading a discipleship time. Every afternoon, we invited all the new believers to join us and other church members at the church for worship and teachings about what it means to be saved and security in faith. Sometimes the believers come and sometimes they don't. Some of them are already busy preparing the evening meal, and others have to far to walk. But for whatever reason, no new believers came this afternoon. As we were in the middle of singing, however, Gaga walked through the door. He asked to share a moment after we finish the song. Then, he proceeded to tell us, to tell me, that he was a witch doctor. A witch doctor! But after hearing the truth of Jesus Christ, he wanted to follow Him, leaving all the witch doctor stuff behind!!!
PRAISE GOD!!!
More to come about this third day...
Love in Compassionate God!
1st house: The people here were not ready to accept Jesus. I asked if I could pray for them. They said yes! I prayed for provision and blessing for their house, and then that God would open their hearts, that they might see Him.
2nd house: First, I shared the truth of Christ with an mzee, an elderly man, who was sick and lying down in his bed. He could barely see, so Jonathon and I got very close to him so that he could see the Evangecube (this is a small box that changes like a rubix cube, showing pictures of the story of Jesus-we use this as a tool to help the people, who learn aurally and visually, grasp the gospel as we share it with them). After a while, he said that he still needs to think about it and then he promised he would trust in Jesus if the pastor would come back another day. Pastor Pius said that he would.
Next, I walked around his bed to where a Christian woman had gathered the rest of the women of the house, including the mzee's first and second wives, around another bed, because she wanted them to all hear about Jesus. I presented the gospel to them, explaining the grace of God and how Jesus is the Way, Truth, and Life. All of them accepted Christ! They were so excited.
Then, they took me outside and then inside another house, where the newest third wife lived. The first wife went in the back and returned with a week-old baby. She placed the baby in my arms. So precious. I could not believe the little life in my arms. Next thing I know, this first wife brings out a cloth and puts it on my shoulders and wants me to nurse this baby! Ha! I emphatically said no, wishing I could explain that there was NO way, that it was truly impossible for me to do so. Jonathon handled the situation nicely, with hints of laughter, and told her I would not and could not nurse this little baby. After a little while, the fifteen-year-old mother of the baby and third wife, Mndulan, came out from the back room. The first wife urged me to share with her. I began telling her the story. She was so shy. She would not look at me or Jonathon or the Evangecube. Imagine being a mother at 15. And a third wife of an elderly man. And not knowing how to care for a baby, and having to trust other wives to help you do so. And having to greet guests after having a baby at home a week ago. Still, she wanted to put her faith in Jesus in the end. She finally prayed, though very quietly, to accept Jesus.
Join me in praying for this household. For the Mzee, that Pastor Pius goes and that the Mzee opens his heart to the truth of Jesus. For the wives and other women, that they continue in their walk with Christ. For Mndulan, that she finds peace and strength in her Heavenly Father, who loves her more than she can ever imagine.
3rd stop: As we were walking a distance to another house, we encountered a man on the road. Gaga was excited to hear what I had to say. I shared the gospel with him, and as I did, I noticed that he was really listening. His eyes were studying the cube, he was shaking his head, and I could tell that he was taking it all in. After sharing, he decided to trust in Jesus for his salvation!
Later in the afternoon, Sheila and I were back at the church leading a discipleship time. Every afternoon, we invited all the new believers to join us and other church members at the church for worship and teachings about what it means to be saved and security in faith. Sometimes the believers come and sometimes they don't. Some of them are already busy preparing the evening meal, and others have to far to walk. But for whatever reason, no new believers came this afternoon. As we were in the middle of singing, however, Gaga walked through the door. He asked to share a moment after we finish the song. Then, he proceeded to tell us, to tell me, that he was a witch doctor. A witch doctor! But after hearing the truth of Jesus Christ, he wanted to follow Him, leaving all the witch doctor stuff behind!!!
PRAISE GOD!!!
More to come about this third day...
Love in Compassionate God!
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