Malawi, C. Africa
9:30 pm.
The day started as well as can be expected for being the
third day without running water. My first thought was I was grateful for the
“Living water” I was going to share later on in the afternoon. Grace was up
first and my water for coffee was ready when I stepped out of the bedroom.
Soon after breakfast Dave Mowery of the Bible Baptist
African Ministries called and asked for an assist, he need a LARGE LPG
container exchanged and was not feeling up to it. Dave lives an hour from here
but the roads are not too bad so off we went. When we got there it took Dave
and his sons to get that bad boy on the lorry. It was another 30 minutes to get
to town and find the place called Mr. Gasman’s, (how cute).
We made the exchange except this time only one guy did the
moving of the LPG cylinder; he rolled it out and lifted it onto the lorry.
Rackson was paying the bill and getting the receipt so I took the time to talk
with this guy. This guy was the same height as I but had me by about 20 pounds
and no fat on this boy. I ask him where he went to church and he told me he was
Catholic but had just moved to Blantyre. He knew where Njuli was and I invited
him to church Sunday. He said if he didn’t have to work he would like to visit
but if not this week then next. I gave him some tracts and thought about
punching him on the arm as friends do but thought better of it. Momma didn’t
raise no fools.
Next it was off to Limbe to see the lawyer and check the
progress of our certification. After a rather long wait Rackson was called in
and after a few minutes he came back out and told me it was in the works and
would be signed by the judge soon. Rackson will stop by many more times before
it is completed as that is the Malawian way. We called Boneface and ask if he
would bring a few trinkets for me to see as after all I am a tourist. When he
got there we looked them over but Rackson said he would think about the price
and get back to him. I am spending his money after all.
We went to the bad side of town to check the price to have
seats put in the van and knew we would get a high price because I was there. I did not see much difference in the bad side
of town from where we had been with the exception of there is many road side
shops and the traffic was awful.
I am not a mathematician but I do know logarithms, law of probabilities,
statistics and the randomness of the universe so while sitting in a massive
traffic tie-up it occurred to me and the numbers I ran on my cell phone
calculator “there should not be anyone who drives in Malawi alive past the year
1997” go figure.
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| This man is known as the pied piper |
When we got home from Dave’s we were running late, Grace was
unhappy and I was already exhausted, it was boiled eggs, cheese and bread for
lunch then off to pick up the team for soul winning. We then headed for
Mbulumbuzi to canvas as much of the village as we could and invite them all too
church service at 3pm Sunday. We had Prayer
and thanksgiving for all the blessings of the day and asked God to send His Spirit
before us and prepare the hearts of the people. The prayer is always for just
one soul to hear and believe. As were walking the trails to the home we met
with lots of villagers and were passing out tracts and inviting people to
service, many were reluctant to take the tracts and really didn’t want much to
do with us, (this was new to me as I am so loveable most people can’t wait to
talk to). Rackson was told they thought we were the Jehovah Witness and wanted
nothing to do with us. After we told them we were Baptist things went
swimmingly. This happened every time we met or talked with someone. I asked
them “am I wearing a tie?” they got it; it was good for a laugh and a nice ice
breaker.
One of the first houses we stopped at was a Muslim woman and
I was not connecting well from the get go, Rackson took over and spent a good
deal of time answering her and showing her in the bible about the Lord and the
difference between what she had been taught and the bible. He prayed with her
and she accepted the Lord and asked if he would talk with her husband as there
were problems in the family.
As we were walking we came across some young boy playing and
they all had cups they were carrying as we went past Rackson asked to see what
was in the cups, the kids weren’t playing they were digging grubs for their
evening meal (again, don’t ask, don’t tell).
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| Rackson and Bosco |
We all met back at the Chief’s house and reported out on the
power of the Word. Many, many homes and persons were invited to come and
worship with us and 54 souls were added to
the kingdom this afternoon. We had to leave and drop everyone off before
dark and then Rackson and I came home washed up and it was off to see the man
about the van seats-he would make them and have them ready for installation on
the coming Monday at noon, it must have been a good price as Rackson said yes
and we were off to the house, late dinner and for me BED.
God has been good to the ministry and I see a new church
being planted, please pray for me and Rackson for this Sunday, it is a lot of
pressure and I am fearful about preaching the word of God to so many for their
first time and not presenting well. I
want to lift up Christ, only He can draw all men to Him. I don’t have the power
and I for sure need prayer.
Good night from Malawi.
Your Servant, |
| Teens from village for soul winning |
Bro. Chuck the dusty
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