Still featuring a few more posts from Mike's school report on our recent trip to Burundi...
That first night we met our translators who we’d be working
with all week. My translator was Philemon. He was 17 yrs old and spoke fairly
good English. He wore funky sunglasses and a gold, velour long coat every day.
We got along very well. He just completed secondary school which is high
school. He really wanted to learn English fluently so he could eventually get a
better job when he finished college. His older brother was also one of the
translators but not on my team.
On the first day we went to our village, myself and my
ministry partner, Philemon, along with the pastor from the new church, ran into
a lady and asked her if we could share the Gospel with her. She was interested,
but very busy plowing her crops. She told us to come again another day. The
next afternoon we came back. At that time her whole family was there and we
shared the gospel with all of them. She had a lot of kids, maybe six. Several
of her kids were old enough to understand us. They were probably at least 9
years old. Approximately 4 other toddlers listened in too. The lady and her
husband and the two oldest kids prayed to accept Christ after we shared the
Gospel using the Evangecube. Later on
that same day, this whole family came to our church service for worship and
discipleship. Our new church was so small that many people had to stand outside
the building because the inside was very crowded with people.
