Good morning and may this day be a day set aside for you to enjoy the glories of our God. I had a big bowl of oatmeal, toast and an egg for breakfast and know this is going to be a good day.
Last evening after dinner Rackson and I were enjoying the cool (subjective) breeze and talking about the church and the membership and how it has changed over the year and who was still there after all these years 2007-2014. There are a number of founding members, I was surprised at how many.
We talked about this year’s conference and he related this story to me, it is a dark story but I am beginning to hear about more things about Malawi other than only the bright side. The story: there is this woman whose family was the recipient of church benevolence a while back. She told her husband about the church and said they should attend. He said he would think about it. Rackson went to visit and found out he was friends with the husband in the past. The wife attended a few times but not her husband. She was very excited about the conference and told her husband all about what was going to take place in just a few days. The husband said he did not want to go. She asked him three times and he said no three times. She asked one more time and the husband left the house and later came back with a Punga knife (a cane machete) and tried to cut off her arm. She is in the hospital and the doctors are trying to save the arm but if they can’t it will be removed below the elbow. Life is hard in the villages. We will go see her and then the family, she has two children. As bad as that sounds I remember reading many accounts of families in America having the same thing happen, wife under cooks the eggs and the husband stabs her to death. I guess none of us are too far from the village.
More later about this day
Because of the Cross,