This is one of my favorite stories. Simon, my translator, is on the left. Odette is on the right. On Thursday, our last day of ministry, we set out to make every minute count because we had to be back at the church site by noon for our final discipleship meeting before the end of the campaign. We shared with many groups of people. Lots of people prayed to receive Christ. Time flew by. By the time we checked on the time, it was already noon. We started walking back to the church. Along the way we were stopped by a young man sitting in the shade on a street corner. He wanted to know what we were sharing with people. We shared the Gospel using the Evangecube. A crowd immediately gathered. Probably 30 people. When it came time to pray, the man who initiated the presentation walked away, not interested in praying to receive Christ. But a lot of other people did pray. By the end of the prayer another crowd had gathered so we shared again. More people prayed to receive Christ. Another crowd gathered. Still more prayed to receive Christ. I noticed a teenage girl in the crowd who was white. Then I realized she was albino. No pigment in her skin. Her face was sunburned bright red. She had yellow-white hair. She had a few brown freckles on her face. Her eyes were watery blue - very pale. I didn't take her picture because I thought she might feel uncomfortable and singled out. At the end of the third group presentation, a young woman, Odette, came up to Simon and asked for prayer for a difficult situation in her family. I couldn't hear her talking because there were a lot of people all around me. Simon and I prayed over her. He prayed in Kirundi, I prayed in English. We prayed out loud, fervently, for healing and restoration in her family situation. I prayed that God would use the situation in her life to bring glory to Himself, whether by healing or by giving her grace to endure the trial. We probably prayed for 5 minutes. At the end of the prayer, we again headed back to the church. Odette came with us. She wanted to see where the church was. We stopped one more time along the main road. A shopkeeper called us over and asked us to share with him. Another crowd gathered then a bus dropped off a large group of high school students - they all stayed to listen. I'm telling you, God takes care of providing the people to listen - they show up from out of seemingly nowhere! Anyways, we finally made it back to the church. We worshipped and prayed and encouraged the new church members. Then Pastor Hurbert asked for testimonies. Odette stepped forward to share her testimony. She explained her family situation. Evidently, her husband had attempted to strangle her. She survived but was unable to speak. She had permanent damage to her vocal chords. She went to several doctors. None of them could help her. She was told she would never be able to speak above a whisper. She reported that while we were praying for her, God healed her throat. That's why she was able to share her testimony with the church with her full voice. That's why she wanted to follow us to the church - she couldn't wait to be a part of this new church! It was an amazing miracle of God!! I pray that God will use her testimony of healing to bring glory to Himself and that He will make Himself known to many others because of this miracle!