It’s sunny and warm already. The city is bustling with normal back to work activity. A breakfast of one chicken wing, two gizzards, coffee, and potatoes. Breakfast of champions!

Yesterday was interesting. After church we went to Grey’s house…a first…in four visits here, this was the first time.

His home is comfortable, several kilometers outside of the city in what we’d call a subdivision. The streets are unpaved, but passable.

We ate together. I couldn’t help but be concerned about the freshness of the meat, having gotten food poisoning from bad liver in Kenya years ago. Then I noticed the chicken on the floor in the car…very much alive!

Our conversation stretched from the afternoon, over dinner and into the evening.

We spoke of why they saw a need to minister to the outlying villages: because no one else was going and these villagers needed to hear of Jesus.

We talked about Grace Center and how it might grow beyond it’s definite limits in Delandi.

They said they dreamed of the day when they’d buy MY ticket to come visit.

I keep asking why am I here. I think it’s simply to help one part of the church grow here in this largely forgotten country. And to serve the least of these in the villages.

We’re off to Magaleta, Grey’s home village. What will today hold? We’ll see.