Yesterday Pastor George introduced me to his friend, Pastor David, whose church I was to minister at tonight. Because he is a long way from the city, we were to stay there tonight and come back tomorrow. Pastor David had invited George up to his church to celebrate George’s birthday.
David is an interesting fellow – a former politician, he gave up active participation in politics to pursue the call of God on his life, but he is still very much interested and involved. He told me that when I come next time, if his party is back in power he will introduce me to the President. Maybe this is what God meant when He said that He would connect me with government leaders on this trip.
The service was mostly young people, and worship was dominated by an overly enthusiastic drummer, who drowned out everyone else. There was a little confusion at the beginning of my message, with my original interpreter seeming uncertain of whether he should be actually interpreting or not. Then George took over the interpretation and it all went smoothly. The message was well received, but no salvations this time.
When the serious part of the service was over, it was time for the celebration of George’s birthday – of course, also accompanied by several lots of prayer. Cake and sodas for everyone, and lots of cheering.
Then we went back to the house for the night. David’s home is a beautiful, large, modern house. David had apparently looked at my accommodation and decided it was not good enough, so now I am going to be staying here with him and his wife for the week, and they will take me down to the services in the city. The plan is that I will rest here tomorrow (something I am rather glad about, because this throat infection is making me feel quite ill), then go down to do a meeting on Saturday and pick up my big bag (I only brought the small one with me), come back here Saturday night and go down on Sunday for the service.
The only problem with all that is, I only brought a change of underwear for one day. So it’s a quick wash of the nickers in the sink, wring them out in my towel (old boarding school trick) and pray that they are dry by tomorrow morning.