Another Busy Day
I have slept rather restlessly for some reason. I get up at about 3:30 to update my journal. I lie down for a while before the 5:30 prayer meeting. Afterwards Richard brings me coffee and muffins, with some slices of pineapple for breakfast. A great way to start the day.
I don’t have to teach until this afternoon, so Judith comes by in the morning so I can help her with some computer problems. Her new computer doesn’t have a parallel port, so she is unable to use her old printer. But Richard has a USB adapter that should work just fine, so that would be a big help, and keep her from having to buy a new printer. We connect and everything goes just lickety-split.
My time in Kenya is fast drawing to a close. I finish my class the day after tomorrow, and then Gary and Pat Johnson are coming to pick me up to take me to see their work. I will likely be there until Tuesday. Then, very early on Wednesday morning (5:30 am) I need to be at the International Airport to catch a flight to Entebbe where I will meet Phil Proctor and Charles Kisembro. I plan to return on Friday evening, and then, on Saturday we plan to go to Tanzania, returning on Sunday. I may have Monday to catch my breath a bit, and then head for home on Tuesday, March 28. That is almost two weeks away, but it feels almost as if it will be tomorrow. Somewhere in there I need to try to get together with Phanuel from Rwanda as well as Japheth and Sarah Mwanthi, but I don’t know when.
Africa has captured my heart. It is such a delightful place. There is a great appreciation for the things of God’s Word. There is not always a deep understanding, but there is a gratitude for the truth. In one sense, Christianity is cheap here: many of the matatus have worldly names and labels, but many also have Christian messages or names: “Seed of Grace”, “God is One”, “God is Mighty”, etc. And let me assure you that the way these matatus are driven does not reflect Christian graces; the names appear to be taken for superstition and “good luck”. Pentecostalism and Roman Catholicism are predominant. In one sense there is a respect for God and for righteousness. It is nice to be in a country where homosexuality is illegal. Government corruption is much like what we’ve seen back home, though. A little more tense and intense, but not substantially different.
My class goes well and I preach at evening chapel on James 2: The Royal Law of Liberty. Then at 6:00 Dr. Carlson comes to pick me up for supper at his place and an internet connection, DV. Bonnie makes us a wonderful chicken dinner with stir fry. But the internet connection is less than satisfying. Still, we have a good time of discussion and fellowship. He copies the Online Bible so I can install it on the students’ computers at the college, although I arrive too late at the college to pass it on to Pastor Lazarus.
I don’t have to teach until this afternoon, so Judith comes by in the morning so I can help her with some computer problems. Her new computer doesn’t have a parallel port, so she is unable to use her old printer. But Richard has a USB adapter that should work just fine, so that would be a big help, and keep her from having to buy a new printer. We connect and everything goes just lickety-split.
My time in Kenya is fast drawing to a close. I finish my class the day after tomorrow, and then Gary and Pat Johnson are coming to pick me up to take me to see their work. I will likely be there until Tuesday. Then, very early on Wednesday morning (5:30 am) I need to be at the International Airport to catch a flight to Entebbe where I will meet Phil Proctor and Charles Kisembro. I plan to return on Friday evening, and then, on Saturday we plan to go to Tanzania, returning on Sunday. I may have Monday to catch my breath a bit, and then head for home on Tuesday, March 28. That is almost two weeks away, but it feels almost as if it will be tomorrow. Somewhere in there I need to try to get together with Phanuel from Rwanda as well as Japheth and Sarah Mwanthi, but I don’t know when.
Africa has captured my heart. It is such a delightful place. There is a great appreciation for the things of God’s Word. There is not always a deep understanding, but there is a gratitude for the truth. In one sense, Christianity is cheap here: many of the matatus have worldly names and labels, but many also have Christian messages or names: “Seed of Grace”, “God is One”, “God is Mighty”, etc. And let me assure you that the way these matatus are driven does not reflect Christian graces; the names appear to be taken for superstition and “good luck”. Pentecostalism and Roman Catholicism are predominant. In one sense there is a respect for God and for righteousness. It is nice to be in a country where homosexuality is illegal. Government corruption is much like what we’ve seen back home, though. A little more tense and intense, but not substantially different.
My class goes well and I preach at evening chapel on James 2: The Royal Law of Liberty. Then at 6:00 Dr. Carlson comes to pick me up for supper at his place and an internet connection, DV. Bonnie makes us a wonderful chicken dinner with stir fry. But the internet connection is less than satisfying. Still, we have a good time of discussion and fellowship. He copies the Online Bible so I can install it on the students’ computers at the college, although I arrive too late at the college to pass it on to Pastor Lazarus.
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