Backtrack to Thursday. Thursday morning we headed down the road instead of up the road. This is the first day that I went into someone's home. We were in a little housing compound - lots of houses fairly close together separated by some common courtyard areas. We crowded into a small, dark "front room." The floor was dirt with rocks everywhere...just like the ground outside. Three women came in to hear the gospel -- all three of them were nursing their babies. As I went through the Evangecube, I started to smell a different kind of smell behind me. I took a quick peek and noticed a large straw nest with several chickens roosting in it. That was different. All three women prayed to receive Christ. That was awesome. Then we moved on. I shared the gospel with an 85 yr old woman who was missing both legs. She had an old, rusting pair of crutches on the mat next to her. She agreed to pray with me for salvation. But then she sort of chickened out and said she couldn't understand my translator's Kinyaranda pronounciation. First time all week we had that excuse. But then her hearing miraculously improved and she again agreed to pray out loud - this time she really did it. Our Church Plant pastor, John D'Amour said that he wanted to use some of the compassion money we gave his church to help this woman.
Early in the afternoon there was a real downpour. It rained for quite a while. We had to take shelter on the porch of the courthouse. Of course, the kids thought this was great fun. We decided to go through the discipleship lessons with everyone who was there. We had probably 20 people going through the various lessons we had. Very cool. Jane kept the kids occupied with the gospel glove. I sort of wished that the kids would have stood in the rain just to rinse them off a little bit. But they either stood with us on the porch or found a banana leaf to cover their head, or a scarf around their waist to drape over their head. Oh well. A lost opportunity to wash off some of the accumulated dirt and dust and grime.
When it finally stopped raining, we gathered for our afternoon meeting. The sermon was from Ephesians 6. Putting on the full armor of God. The kids especially liked this one. But the adults really got it too. I have to thank my good friend Pam for the inspiration to expound on this particular passage. When we left the church site that afternoon, my heart sort of sank to the ground. Only one more day in this beautiful place with these beautiful people. I was overwhelmed with sadness. I don't know if I'll ever see that place again. I hope that I can. But life goes on. The church will hopefully grow deep roots and be able to plant another church someday. They hopefully caught the vision for what could be. They hopefully understand the eternal significance of their decision to follow Christ. They hopefully caught the vision for continuing to share Christ with the people in their village. It's up to God to draw them close to Himself. It's up to God to give them the desire to grow in His knowledge. It's up to God to reveal to them their spiritual gifts with which to serve the body of Christ. It's up to God to convict them and guide their steps. I pray His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.