Today is Part 6 of 7 in the "Burundi - by Mike" series of posts. Michael is my oldest son. He's a senior at Phoenix Christian High School. Our recent trip to Burundi took place during his interim spring term at school. They agreed to give him elective credit for this trip. He agreed to keep a journal and turn in a report with pictures at the end of the trip.
One day Philemon and I had to climb to the top of the opposite mountain from where my church was located. The mission point pastor was with us. We had to walk down to the valley and we shared the Gospel with every person we met and at every house we could find. When we got to the bottom of the mountain we crossed over a stream on a “bridge” which was just a long piece of rotting wood. I was really scared because there was nothing holding the wood down and it was constantly moving. I really didn’t want to fall in the water. I was afraid it would get in my mouth if I did fall and we’re not supposed to get any water in our mouth while we’re in Africa except bottled water. Philemon helped me make it across.
The church I helped to start already had started to build a structure. There was no roof. The walls were halfway up the sides and made of hand-formed mud bricks. There was no back door. It was just all open. They had a couple of wood benches and three chairs. It was a very small building. They had one drum and a talented drummer. They sang a lot of songs always accompanied by the drum. The people seemed to have a lot of joy in spite of their poor living circumstances.