Arrival in Egypt

   Jeremy and I departed Nairobi at 6:15 p.m. on Thursday and arrived in Cairo at 2:30 a.m. on Friday. We exchanged enough money to pay for the taxi to get us to the hotel. A large tour group was departing the hotel as we arrived, so we had to wait for them to do some cleaning before we could get into our room. It was nearly 4:30 before we finally got to bed.

   My purpose for going to Cairo was to meet a young man that I had been studying with on the internet for a few months. Since I’m publishing this report, plus putting it on my blog on the internet, I will not use his true name. We will only use his nickname, Totti, which is the name of one of his favorite soccer players. Totti had completed two Bible correspondence courses and had many more questions that he wanted answered. He is not allowed to own a Bible, so he has to read the scriptures on the internet. He had expressed his desire to be baptized for the remission of his sins, but he had been unable to find anyone in Cairo who could or would baptize him. His father is a radical Muslim and had warned that if he tried to convert to Christianity that he would have him killed.  Totti believes that his father is that extreme and would carry out the threat if he knew of his interest in following Jesus.  Several of us had the desire of assisting Totti in obeying the gospel and agreed that whoever could get to him first would assist with the baptism.

   The evening before we arrived, Don Patton had arrived in Cairo with a tour group that he was leading. Totti was able to meet them at their hotel and Don baptized him in the hotel’s swimming pool.   Problems began for Totti almost immediately after his baptism. The Americans were going to their rooms for sleep, but Totti had to walk to the subway in his wet clothes. The security man at the hotel stopped him and started questioning him about why he was at the hotel, why he had been with the Americans, and why his clothes were wet. Totti was in strong fear that he would be turned over to the police and questioned further, but he was eventually released.

   We had previously made the arrangement that he would meet me at my hotel at 10:00 a.m.  He didn’t show up at 10:00, so I waited and waited.  The clock passed 12:00 and then 2:00 and then 4:00.  With the passing of each hour, I was getting more and more concerned for his well being. I checked his Facebook page, knowing that he normally gets on the internet many times each day, but saw that he had not been online for the past twelve hours. I was really starting to get concerned. I started sending e-mails to anyone who might know of his whereabouts.  I got an e-mail from Don, telling me about the run-in with the security officer, so that made me even more concerned.  Finally, at about 6:00 p.m., Totti contacted us at the hotel. He had been in bed all day with a fever. Walking home in the wet clothes had made him sick.  He was very apologetic for not keeping the appointment and asked if he could come to the hotel at that hour.  We were so relieved to know that he was okay and it was a joy to spend the evening with him.

   Our four days together were most enjoyable. I had taken Totti some books, but he was too scared to keep them.  He held them like a child with a toy and would clutch them to his chest and say, “Oh, I wish I could keep these.” He was especially interested in Daily Bible Reader by Don Bassett and the book on The Early Church by Ferrell Jenkins. He said he just couldn’t take the risk of being caught with these books.  I agreed to type certain sections of these books into our private messages and he could study them in our e-mails.

   Sunday was one of the most emotional days that I’ve experienced for a long, long time. We had a good Bible study and I showed him a small video on crucifixion. We talked about one member being a Christian and several Christians can comprise a church. We talked about the items of worship and prepared ourselves to partake of the Lord’s supper. When Totti broke the bread and started eating it, he broke into tears. He kept repeating, “I just can’t imagine why he would want to die for me.” His emotions were so strong that we had to pause for a few minutes between the bread and the juice. The saddest words of the day were when he said, “But next week I won’t be able to do this because I don’t have another Christian to meet with.”

   We were able to spend some good quality time with each other. He would come with a new list of questions each day. We were able to visit the pyramids together one day and take a small ride down the Nile on another day. It was very hard to say good-bye to him. We stood beside the Nile River and embraced each other. His departing words were, “Please come again and please pray for me daily.” I encourage all of you to lift his name to the Father, too.

A Return Trip

   When I left Kenya in 2007, the brethren made me promise that I would return for more classes, if it was the Lord’s will. I was able to work a trip into this year’s schedule. We planned classes for several of the same areas where we had worked before, but we also added some new locations.

Travel Companions

   I invited Rob & Cheryl Buchanan, from South Africa, to accompany me on this trip. We have worked together on many different occasions, in South Africa, Mozambique, Zimbabwe, and on my last trip into Kenya. They know many of the brethren and are aware of some of the needs and some of the problems in Kenya. Rob assisted with the teaching for the adults, plus the preacher-training classes. Cheryl assisted with classes for the women and children.

   I also invited Jeremy Jones, a college student from Indiana, to travel with us. Jeremy is a graduate of Florida College, having studied speech, liberal arts, and Bible. He has worked in three different preacher-training programs in recent years, to help prepare him to work as a gospel preacher. He will be moving to Sioux St. Marie, Michigan, in January to begin working with the church there. Jeremy is a good student, well disciplined in his studies, and shows a great interest in brethren.

Our Arrival

   We all arrived into Kenya on different flights, so we met up at the airport in Nairobi. Henry Ogutu arrived on a bus from western Kenya. Wilson Njagua and Jack Muchemi drove the van we rented from Nyeri. We were able to receive all of our luggage, load into the van, and start the journey from Nairobi to Nyeri. The temperatures had dropped in recent days, due to the rains every night. The jacaranda trees were dropping their purple blooms on the city streets, making a lovely carpet for us to drive on.

   The drive from Nairobi to Nyeri was about three hours. We drove to the Green Edges Apartments, where we had reserved a two-bedroom unit. It was equipped with a stove, refrigerator and microwave, so we were able to prepare our own meals.  As soon as we unloaded the van, we drove to the store to do our shopping. We then came back to the apartment and prepared our first meal together. Cheryl and I had volunteered to do kitchen duties. After eating, all of us confessed to being tired. The pitter-patter of the rain on the roof helped to put us to sleep rather quickly.

Visiting Karatina

   During the ’07 trip, I was able to visit the church in Karatina (about 45 minutes from Nyeri) for one Sunday. Rob was not able to meet these brethren, because we had split up on that Lord’s day and he preached in another location. I was really impressed with this church and told Rob that I wanted him to meet these good brethren. They had asked that we schedule two days with them for this year’s trip.

   The church in Karatina rents a small building behind some shops. This allows them to use the building nearly every day of the week for numerous Bible classes. This church has a very interesting history. The church was started in 1991, by some American missionaries. They worked together for almost ten years. During the early years, the missionaries did some good teaching and emphasized the need to have Bible authority for all that you do in religion. The brethren in Karatina became good students and developed a strong respect for Bible authority. As the American missionaries would return to the U.S. and then return to Kenya in a couple of years, the Karatina brethren started questioning some of the new and different actions and teachings they were seeing among the foreigners (dancing while singing, hand-clapping during worship, women taking a leading role in worship, denominational language, etc.). When the Americans were approached about this, they would not change. The brethren in Karatina made the decision to break away from the foreigners and meet as an independent, autonomous congregation. Today, seven of the men take turns in the preaching. Duncan Wanjeru answers all of the e-mails for the church, but he is quick to let you know that he has no power to make any decisions for the church. Nothing is done until it is discussed and agreed upon by all members of the congregation. The men have two meetings a month to discuss church matters. They have kept a list of every sermon that has ever been preached and every Bible class that has ever been taught. This helps them to see what needs to be taught in the future. They have also carefully recorded every baptism and the attendance of all members.  If one is not at services on Sunday, then men will visit you to find out why you were absent.  They do a great job in caring for each other and encouraging each other to faithfulness.  These brethren don’t want any error brought into the congregation.  I had taken several books to distribute among the seven men who preach. They asked me to put them in a box and they would be reviewed at the next business meeting.  They feared that I would be offended in this action. I explained that I rejoice to see them being so careful about what is being presented to them.

   On Saturday, we had classes from 9:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Rob taught classes from the book of Ephesians.  Jeremy taught classes from Jonah and 1 Peter. I taught classes on the prison epistles. In the afternoon, we divided the men and women. Cheryl went with the ladies to Duncan’s home, where his wife had volunteered to translate for Cheryl. She taught classes on husband/wife relationships and child rearing.

   On Sunday, I taught a class on “Three Men Described in Third John.” Jeremy taught a class on “Elijah vs. Baal.” Rob continued his studies in Ephesians. One of the things that greatly impressed us on Sunday was a 98-year-old lady that walked about 6 miles to get to the worship services. She arrived a bit late and apologized to the congregation for her delay. She has to leave her home at 7:00 a.m. in order to get to the building. Because of the evening rains, the road was muddy and slippery, so she couldn’t walk as fast. I wonder how many folks in America would do that.

   The brethren at Karatina were a real encouragement to us. They asked if we could not make it a week’s worth of teaching on the next trip.

Leadership-Development

    We scheduled four days for classes in Nyeri for preacher-training and/or leadership-development classes. Brethren came from many different congregations. We rented a large tent and erected it in the yard of our apartment complex. We had about 36 students for these classes.  We had several sessions, where everyone was together under the tent.  We then had several classes, where we kept the men at the tent and Cheryl took the ladies to the apartment for classes.

   I taught the first class on Bible Geography in the morning and multiple topics in the afternoon. Rob taught on Hebrews in the morning and Hosea in the afternoon.  Jeremy taught the book of Galatians in the morning and varied subjects in the afternoon. The attendance was pretty consistent for all days, with the exception of a larger number on Tuesday since this was a national holiday. On our second day, we had a special visitor for the classes, Samuel. He lived in the neighborhood and did some work for Esther, the owner of the apartments. He is a member of the Roman Catholic Church, but was really desirous of learning the Bible stories. He asked many good questions and stated that he wanted to continue studying with Wilson and Jack after we would leave.

God’s Providence At Work

   We were scheduled to visit the church in Nyahururu (about 60 miles north of Nyeri, just slightly above the equator) for classes on Friday. Jack received a call from one of the members on Thursday to state that these classes were canceled. We tried to find out why the classes were first scheduled and then canceled. We learned that it goes back to a nasty division that took place in Nyeri in 2000. The Nyeri Church had withdrawn from their preacher, after Jack, Henry, Wilson, and others had charged him with immorality and later deserting his wife. He was then accused of taking up with several other women, while he was still married. The preacher charged these men of lying and the unity among the brethren was destroyed, as churches took sides on whether or not this brother was faithful. The preacher has since remarried and has a child by this woman. Many of the brethren have questioned as to whether or not he was even divorced from his first wife, but even if he was divorced they then questioned on what grounds he thought he could remarry. Many of the brethren charge that he took his wife back to her father and said he didn’t want her any more. Rob & I met with the wife and later with her father. The wife argues that she was never charged with any sin and was never given any divorce papers. She asked the court to either force him to bring her back to her home or to divorce her so she could receive alimony from him. He wanted to do neither of these. All of this has greatly harmed the Lord’s work in Kenya and destroyed the unity that once existed. It seems that this preacher has tried to force churches to take sides. Nyahururu sided with him and canceled our classes.

   We were very saddened by the cancelation of the classes, but we learned that it may have been God’s providence at work. After the classes were canceled, Jack received a phone call from another one of the members and asked what this was all about. He said he wanted classes to be held. Since the church would not welcome us, he said he and his family were inviting us to his house. It proved to be an exciting day. He invited many of his neighbors to his home for several hours of classes. There were about 22 who showed up for the classes. One of these men is a “pastor” of a Pentecostal church. Rob, Jeremy and I all taught classes. Rob taught a lesson called, “Ask For the Old Paths.” I taught on “Divisions in the Church.” I’ve had few classes where I thought the students were any more attentive or honest. The men had many questions about biblical authority, the plan of salvation, and worship. They said they wanted to leave the denominations and help restore the Lord’s church. They asked for more classes, so Jack volunteered to follow up with them in future classes. The men had many more questions, but we had to cut the classes short as they had to go to a funeral in the area. Jack received a phone call later on from this preacher telling him they continued discussing what they had learned that morning and they will continue studying together. We were also impressed with one of the women who wrote down just about everything we said in the class. She must have written 20 or more pages of notes. I pray that much good will come from this effort.

   We left Nyahururu and drove south of the equator and back to Nyeri. We went to Jack’s house for classes that he had arranged with some friends and neighbors. We filled up his living room, plus had some sitting outside the front door. One man asked a number of questions and seemed to go back to the same subject time and again. I tried to answer all of his questions and he eventually seemed satisfied and then left. We were about to leave when another neighbor arrived and apologized for being late. Her name is Ann and she is a member of the Anglican Church. She asked a number of good questions and in the end said she had not had this type of teaching before. I tried to explain the difference in reforming the church and restoring the church. She said she had never understood how we could restore the church as we read it in the Bible. She promised that she would be at services the following Sunday. Jack is excited at these new prospects.

North of the Equator Again

   On Saturday, we drove north of the equator again to Marura. When we visited with this congregation two years ago it only consisted of one man, Joseph, and his wife. Joseph supports himself by selling used jackets and sports coats on the streets. He had asked us in ’07 for help to erect a church building, but we told him he needed to concentrate on preaching the gospel, making new converts, and then see what would happen. Well, he did just that and there have been several new converts. They are now renting a building for their services and attendance averages about 8 each week. We were impressed with the growth of this congregation. I preached a lesson on “Why Should I Obey God?” Rob had a lesson on “By What Authority Do You Do This?” Jeremy had a lesson on “Lessons from the Rich Young Ruler.”

   When we ended our classes in Marura, we then drove to Nanyuki and met with the brethren who meet at a school in the area. This congregation is made up of 15 members. Rob did a lesson on “Eli Being Soft on Sin.” Jeremy did a lesson on “Righteousness, Self-Control and Judgment.” I did a lesson on “The Inspiration of God.” The brethren were interested in more studies, so they invited us to return and stay with them longer the next time. On our way back to Nyeri, we stopped at a shop owned by one of the brethren. She told us more about the congregation in Nanyuki. She said her son helps in the preaching, but another preacher comes a time or two just before some of the American preachers are planning a trip to Kenya. She was concerned about outside influences in their local congregation.

A Busy Sunday  

   On Sunday morning, we split into several teams. Wilson drove to preach at the Mukerwe-ini congregation. Rob, Cheryl, and Jeremy went to worship with the Nyeri congregation and I went with Jack to the Gatitu congregation. There were 31 in attendance at Nyeri. The brethren had arranged for Cheryl to teach a class for the children, while the men could raise questions for Rob and Jeremy to answer. Many of the men’s questions dealt with God’s plan for marriage. In Africa, there is what they call a “traditional” marriage that can lead to fornication if the dowry is not completely paid. If part of the dowry is paid, the couple will be allowed to live together but not as man and wife. Rob explained that this was not a marriage in God’s sight and not even accepted as marriage in their villages. Rob told them that Christians must do what is right in the sight of God and the laws of the country they live in. The men agreed that this is what should be taught to everyone. Cheryl’s class for the children was on “The Tower of Babel.” Jeremy taught a Bible class on “Jesus’ Triumphant Entry.” Rob preached a sermon on “How To Ruin Your Influence.”

   As Wilson was on his way to the Mukerwe-ini congregation, he dropped me off at the building for the Gatitu church. My visit with this congregation was a wonderful period of study and worship. We had about 25 in attendance, including Samuel and Ann, our two new contacts from the week. I taught a lesson on “The Three Dispensations” and tried to give a quick overview of the whole Bible. When it came time for us to partake of the Lord’s Supper, the young man that was going to help serve said he first wanted to apologize to the church for being late in arriving at services. He asked the brethren to forgive him and offer a prayer for him that he would do better in the future. At the end of services, after the final song and prayer, there was the opportunity for anyone to say anything they wanted to. Our two visitors were the first to speak. Samuel said he wanted to express his thanks for the lesson and the help in showing him the differences in the denominational teachings and the true Word of God. Ann said it is now her prayer that she can help to restore the Lord’s church in Kenya and break away from denominational doctrines. Lucy, a member of the Baptist Church, explained that she was simply walking down the road and met one of the sisters in the church, who invited her to join her for worship. She explained that she had never visited a church of Christ before, but was happy that God had led her here today. She said, “I’ve never learned many of these things before. I will come again. I can see that you love the Truth. I never want to sing again with the beating of the drums. I want to be taught more.” Jack promised that he would gladly set up many studies with her. It was truly a wonderful period of study and worship.

   After our services at Gatitu, Wilson came back by the building and drove me and Jack back to the apartment to meet Rob, Cheryl, and Jeremy. We were able to have our lunch together at the apartment and then drove out to Kagonya, about 12 miles out of town, where Elijah Mutuguti preaches. These brethren had assembled for their worship in the morning, but we had about 45 people present for the afternoon classes. Rob taught on “The Book of Jude” and I did a lesson on “The Gods of Egypt vs. Jehovah.”

A Visit in Mwea

   Mwea is about 50 miles from Nyeri. When we visited with them in 2007, there were only about eight members. The brethren have worked hard in teaching their neighbors and have witnessed several converts. Their congregation now has about twenty members. They meet in a corner building next to some shops. We set up the PowerPoint projector and had about sixty people for the classes. I did a lesson on “Genesis 1:1.” Rob did a lesson on “Selling Our Birthright.” Jeremy did a lesson on “Joy in Philippians.” The local deputy chief and his helper, along with his wife, were in attendance and were interested in asking many questions about the lessons. Many others stood outside the building to listen to the lessons. Elijah visits these brethren twice a month to teach in this area and it is bearing fruit. We were scheduled to have a late afternoon open-air meeting in the street, but it started raining towards the end of the last lesson. We said our good-byes and headed on back to Nyeri after the last lesson.

A Visit in Mukerwe-ini

   Mukurwe-ini is only about twelve miles south of Nyeri, but the dirt roads make it very slow in travel. When we visited with these brethren in 2007, there were only three women as members. One of the sweet sisters, in her late nineties, died shortly after our visit in ‘07. Wilson has been able to have many classes on the mountaintop, resulting in several new converts. The membership has now grown to eight, with two men attending faithfully and taking a leadership role. They have now rented a small building next to a school. As we were waiting for the brethren to arrive, I walked over to the fence and started talking with several of the students, who were on a ten-minute break. They asked if I would be willing to come to the classroom and meet their teachers. I was taken to the office to meet the equivalent of our school principal. She asked if I would be willing to teach their Christian Education Instruction class. She wanted me to teach “The Beatitudes.” This was an opportunity that I never get here in the States. After I had been teaching for about thirty minutes, the principal sent a student back to the fence to get Rob, Cheryl and Jeremy. I continued teaching the 7^th & 8^th grade students. They took Rob & Cheryl into the 6^th grade class. Rob taught on the creation and Cain and Abel. Once that the principal learned that Cheryl teaches students  in a Saturday class at a rural school in South Africa on how to read, write and speak in English, she was asked to give them a quick English lesson, using the Bible as their textbook. All of us enjoyed the time with these students and accepted their invitation to come again in the future. We then walked back over to the church building and met the brethren who had arrived by this time. I taught a class on “The Difference Between Knowledge and Wisdom.” We had a good class, answered several of their questions and then ate lunch with these brethren.

   After lunch, we then went to a home, where several members of the Gatitu congregation had assembled for a Bible class. Helen, a teenager who lives with Jack and his wife during the week in order to attend school in the city, and her mother invited about 18of their neighbors to listen to the lessons. Jeremy gave a lesson on “Acts 17.” Rob then gave a lesson on “Doctrines of Men.” One lady wanted to study further, explaining that she was a Roman Catholic and could see that part of her doctrine was from men. Jack and Wilson agreed to set up a class with her and we are hopeful that she will be responsive to the truth. We were very impressed with the zeal that these brethren have for the teaching their friends the gospel.

Our Final Day of Classes

   On Wednesday, we drove to the home of Stephen, Wilson’s father. He was not a Christian on our ’07 trip. As a new convert, he is really interested in trying to teach all of his friends and neighbors. He invited about 12 people to his home for these classes. There were many good questions after the classes. Some interest was shown for future classes, so we are hopeful that Wilson will be able to set up more classes with them in the future.

   For our final dinner in Kenya, Esther asked if she could prepare us some authentic Kenyan dishes. We enjoyed her hospitality and got to know her a bit better. She is a devout Roman Catholic and invites ladies to her home each afternoon for prayer. We are hoping that our new friendship with her will lead to future classes to show her the gospel.

Departure From Kenya

   On Thursday, Wilson and Jack drove us back to the Nairobi airport to catch our respective flights. Rob and Cheryl flew back to South Africa and Jeremy & I flew to Cairo, Egypt, where we would be studying with a young man that I had been studying with on the internet.

Home Safely

By the grace of God, I have safely returned from my ninth trip to Zimbabwe. I have truly grown to love these brethren over the years and appreciate their steadfast stand for Truth. I’m happy to report that a few things are better than what I found in the country last November, but it still has a long way to go before things are restored to normal.

My Travel Companion

I invited Robin Bauer to accompany me on this trip. He is a native of Zimbabwe, but has been living in Cape Town, South Africa, for many years. He had been anxious to return to his homeland and to assist in Bible teaching. I’ve worked with Robin on several occasions in South Africa, so it was a double treat to work with him again and to be with him as he returned “home” for a few days. He drove from Cape Town to Johannesburg, in order to visit with some of the brethren he hadn’t seen there for a while.

With the recent merger of Northwest and Delta Airlines, there is now a non-stop flight from Atlanta to Johannesburg. It is a long and tiring 15-hour flight. It was good to finally get off the plane and stretch my legs. My luggage arrived safely and I was met in the airport by Fred Liggin and Robin Bauer. Fred is an American who is married to a South African lady. They live in Johannesburg and work with two churches in the city. I’ve grown to love them and appreciate their labors in the kingdom. We drove to Fred and Pearl’s house, had a wonderful meal, and was able to visit for a while before getting into bed at about midnight.

Entering Zimbabwe

On Friday morning, we departed Johannesburg at 6:15. We stopped in the town of Louis Trichardt to fill up the car and all of our gasoline cans, not knowing whether or not gasoline would be available in Zim. We also bought lots of groceries and bottled water. We arrived at Beit Bridge at 2:15. We completed the check points on the South Africa side in thirty minutes. We then entered the Zimbabwe side and things were much slower. I had to buy a visa; Robin gets in free. We then had to pay for the toll across the bridge, something they call a carbon tax, and then to buy third-party insurance. All of this took us about 1½ hours, but we were eventually on our way.

Current Conditions in Zim

Shortly after entering Zim, we stopped at a rest area that had a gas station, grocery store, restaurant, and toilets. I immediately noticed so many changes from when I was here last November. The highways are now busy with lots of traffic, something that was missing last year because of no gasoline. The shelves in the grocery store are now full of food.  Last year, these same shelves were empty. The major difference, however, is that there is no longer any Zimbabwe money. The government took their currency out of circulation. Everything must now be purchased with foreign currency, either South Africa rand or the U.S. dollar. Now how is someone in a rural village going to get their hands on foreign currency?  Yes, food is available, but it is usually being purchased by the higher class on the economic scale.

Benevolence

When I was here last November, I helped many brethren buy seed corn. Les Maydell, a preacher in South Africa, has been handling some benevolent funds from America and has worked with many churches to help supply their needs. Most regions were blessed with good rains in November and December and the crops have done well. Even before I arrived in Zimbabwe, I had received an e-mail to inform me that 19 churches were stating that they were now sufficiently being taken care and the benevolent help that has been sent to them the past year could stop. Shortly after arriving in Bulawayo, two good sisters came to me and wanted to express their thanks for the food parcels they have received from U.S. brethren this past year. One of the widow ladies said, “Those boxes helped to keep us alive during the days that we had nothing. There was no food on the supermarket shelves and we had nowhere to turn. The parcels we received from our American brothers and sisters helped to feed us during these destitute times. The markets now have food and we can now take care of ourselves. We want you to send our deep, deep THANKS to the brethren who helped us, but ask them to now turn their benevolence to other areas.” I feel safe in now recommending that the aid going to addresses in Binga, Victoria Falls, and/or Bulawayo can either stop or at least slow down. Some may want to continue some of the parcels going to these addresses, but I feel we can now start weaning them from the regular shipments. The only exception to this would be those brethren in south Gwanda. Just as their crops were getting large, a herd of elephants came into their area and destroyed everything they had planted. It will now take several months to replant and get the vegetation up and growing for future harvest. These brethren will still need aid for several more months.

Arriving in Bulawayo

We arrived in Bulawayo at about 8:15 in the evening. We stopped at a restaurant to get something to eat and called Bruce Mtigwe. He came to the restaurant to direct us to his house. When we arrived at his house, there was no electricity. We soon learned that this is the norm for Zimbabwe. One never knows when you will have power. One day it may be on for the whole day, the next day it may be for half the day, the next day it may be for two hours, and the next day it may never be turned on. The government is rationing the electricity and the citizens never know when they will have the power. It is sometimes only turned on from 2:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m.  Many of the ladies told me they go to bed with their bedroom light turn on. If the power comes on during the night, they will get up in order to cook some food, do the laundry, and iron their clothes. It’s a sad way to live, but they are adjusting to it.

We spent Saturday with Bruce, Nancy and the children. We had many things to discuss and had a wonderful visit with all of them. That evening, we moved to home of George and Jennie Edy. One could not find a more loving, congenial and hospital couple than this couple. When we arrived, their house was without electricity. We were able to visit by candle light and the power came on after about an hour. We were able to hurriedly work together and prepare our meal before the power went off again.

Three Churches on Sunday

We woke up to a very beautiful Lord’s Day morning. We got our showers at about 6:30 and had breakfast at about 7:30. George and Jennie went to their services at Hillside at 9:00, while Robin and I drove to the south end of town to meet Bruce, Nancy and the children at the Queen’s Park Church. Newman Gumpo preaches for these brethren every Sunday morning. He then goes to his “home” congregation at Kensington for afternoon services. The brethren at Queen’s Park had asked Robin to teach the Bible class and for me to deliver the sermon. There were about sixty in attendance. I taught a lesson, asking the question, “What Are You Worth?”  It seems that too many people determine “worth” by your education, your finances, the color of skin, or some other irrelevant issue. I tried to show that we are made in God’s image and when we become Christians that God adopts us into His family. The great Creator of the world is our Father and we should hold our head up high and understand our true worth. I felt the lesson was well received.

The building at Queen’s Park is really starting to show its age. The baptistery has several large cracks, so the brethren have had to drain the water. The roof has many leaks and several windows have been broken. On some trip in the future, I’d like to take a few good carpenters, plumbers and electricians with me and turn it into as much of a benevolent trip as an evangelistic trip. I’ve seen many buildings that need lots of repair.

After our worship at Queen’s Park, we went back to Bruce and Nancy’s for lunch. We then drove to Kensington for their afternoon services. They have just recently knocked out a wall and extended the size of their auditorium in order to accommodate some extra pews. They now need to patch many holes in the roof and they’ll be in pretty good shape. Attendance was 86. Robin preached a lesson from Romans 12:1-2. Both of these churches have a tradition that I really love. At the end of services, after the final prayer and announcements, one of the men will start leading a song. As everyone joins in the singing, he will then walk down the aisle and exit the building. One by one, the members will exit the building, continuing to sing this song. The song leader stands right next to the door. The first person out the door will shake his hand and then stand beside him. The next person out will shake the hands of both of them and then stand next to the last one in the line. One by one, they continue this until everyone has exited the building and shaken hands with everyone who was at worship. No one will leave the property until they have greeted everyone in attendance. These brethren have come to realize that it is very possible that someone present today may be dead before the assembly next week. They really understand the words, “May God be with you until we meet again.” After services at both place, we visited with the brethren for a few minutes, talked about the food boxes many of them were receiving from American Christians, and made a few photographs.

At 5:00 p.m., we attended the evening worship with the Hillside Church. There are two churches that use the same building. For lack of better terms, we simply refer to them as the Hillside Morning Church and the Hillside Afternoon Church. The morning group conducts their services in English. The afternoon church conducts their services in their native tongue. There is seldom electricity, so both groups try to set times to allow them to see their Bibles and songbooks with the sunlight coming through the windows. The morning church then assembles again in the evening. I was asked to preach for them, so I gave a lesson on “Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People?”  With so many horrible things that have happened in their country in the past year, many of the brethren have been wrestling with this question.  I hope the sermon helped to settle their minds. A bad thing happening to them does not mean that they have done something wrong. After worship, we went back to Bruce and Nancy’s for tea and then made it “home” the Edy’s house for a hot bowl of spinach soup.

Preacher-Training Classes

On my previous trips, I did lots of driving in order to visit as many churches as possible. Not knowing for sure whether or not gasoline would be available for us in Zim this year, we planned things completely different this year. Robin and I decided to invite the preachers to come to one central location for extensive classes, rather than us going to all of the various congregations.  We felt that if we could teach special classes for the preachers and give them books and study materials to take home with them, then we could cover more material in a shorter period of time. I was given a few donations from individuals, not churches, to help me with many of the expenses. I sent out many invitations to preachers (young and old) that I’ve worked with in the past. I explained that I was renting a guest house, where we could have a large class room, a dining room, and sleeping quarters. I explained that I would provide their lodging and meals, but they were responsible for their own transportation.  The lack of transportation money prohibited some from being able to attend the classes, but I simply didn’t have enough money to pay for everything. Robin and I stayed at the guest house with the students. Some came only for the classes during the day and then returned to their home for the evening.  Others came from some great distances, so they accepted our invitation to sleep at the guest house. We placed 4-6 students per room for the sleeping arrangements. We all shared a common bathroom down the hall. I also took some of the funds that had been donated and hired a local lady to help with the cooking and cleaning. I would often teach the earlier classes and when I turned it over to Robin, I would then run to the kitchen to help prepare lunch.

We provided a bowl of porridge, with bread and tea, for breakfast. For lunch, we provided chicken, cabbage, and mealie meal. For supper, we provided beef stew, bitter greens, and mealie meal. The men expressed their appreciation for the meals on many occasions. We had 35 students in our classes. They came from Harare, Gwanda, Binga, Victoria Falls, plus many churches all around Bulawayo. My invitation had explained that this was going to be conducted like a school. I warned them that they should not attend unless they were prepared to work hard. We had classes from 8:00 a.m. until 6:00 p.m. We would then eat our supper and the students would then do their homework for the night. In five days, we conducted 28 classes. We taught Bible History. Bible Geography, Prison Epistles, 1 Corinthians, Study Methods, Acts of the Apostles, Life of Paul, James, Jude, and several topical studies. In the evenings, they would gather in the large room and work together on various projects. Since there was no heat in the building, many of them would wear their coats, hats and gloves in the evening. Understand that July is there winter month. It is warm during the day, but it gets very cool in the evening. On a couple of the evenings, after all homework was finished, we would have a hymn singing. This had to be done by candlelight.

During one of our afternoon breaks, one of the young preachers asked if it would be permissible to ask my age. When I told him that I was 62 years old, he expressed his shock. The average life span for a man in Zimbabwe is between 45-50.

Sad News

At the start of classes on Monday morning, Bigboy Dube arrived with several students from Gwanda. He explained that he was going to be unable to stay for the classes. His mother was removing a pot of boiling water from the fire in the yard and the handle broke, spilling all of the boiling water on her leg. Bigboy explained that he needed to return to care for his mother. He didn’t have the money to take her to the doctor or get the ointment needed for severe burns.  I gave him some money from the funds that had been given to me from American brethren, with the instructions that I use this at my own discretion. I was thrilled to be able to help in this emergency.

Working in Binga

We ended our classes in Bulawayo at noon on Friday. After eating their lunch, the students took off in their different directions. One of the older preachers said, “I’ve always tried to be a good teacher, but I’ve had few chances where I get to be the student. I have really enjoyed these classes. I’ve learned much. I hope you will do this again for all of us next year.”

After the students left, we went with Peter Mudenda to the vegetable market in order to buy supplies for our meetings in Binga, one of the poorer regions of Zimbabwe. We tried to get a discount by buying in bulk. We filled up the trailer with heads of cabbage. We then loaded the back of the van with tomatoes, onions, cooking oil and salt. The drive from Bulawayo to Binga is about 4½ hours. It was dark by the time we got to the lodge where we would sleep. The lodge is next to a large lake and one can hear the grunts of the hippo at night. The registration cottage has a sign that warns: “Beware of Hippos.” The sky above us was lovely and filled with stars, more stars than we normally get to see in the areas where we have several lights around us. It was lovely. All three of us shared one cottage. We were able to get checked in, get a shower, and get a good night’s sleep.

On Saturday morning, we got up at 6:30 and had our breakfast at the lodge at 7:00. We then drove to the site where the brethren had planned our classes. Many of them had walked 4-5 hours to get to the site. They all slept on the sand, some with blankets and some just sleeping in their clothes. There was no church building. The brethren were assembling under a large tree. They had cut many branches and made some crude pews for the men. Most of the ladies preferred to sit on mats on the ground. The scrap wood from the pews was used for building cooking fires. Many of them had gathered on Friday night and had their first Bible study and prayer meeting. The attendance for the first session, without any special teachers being present, was 305. Peter worked as translator for Robin and me both. He always does an excellent job. The brethren are there to study, so they don’t limit us on our time. Each class is generally 1½ to 2 hours long. We conducted four classes and then stopped for lunch. I used some of the American funds and bought a cow from one of the neighbors. We slaughtered the cow and cut it into pieces, knowing how much could be used for each meal. Refrigeration was not an option, so the men just hung the slabs of beef in the trees. After a couple of days, it was really starting to get tender from the heat. That’s when I stopped eating beef. We continued classes in the afternoon until just an hour or so before dark. The preachers wanted to eat their supper before it got dark. We learned last year that if we wait until it gets dark to eat that we can’t tell who is getting in line. Last year, many of the neighbors snuck into the lines to eat, although they didn’t attend any of the Bible classes.

Our Sunday in Binga was an awesome day. We had been told that we would not have our worship and eat the Lord’s Supper until the afternoon, but we would have many classes during the morning. Robin started the day with a class on “Consider the Ant, Thou Sluggard.” I followed with a lesson on “Open Rebuke is Better Than Secret Love.” Robin taught the next class on “Fruit of the Spirit.” While he was teaching this class, I had to take the corn to the mill to have it ground. I took three men with me to help with the grinding. Things were going great for the first hour and then the machine broke. We had to get a man to make some repairs before we could finish our grinding. By the time we finished and got back to the site, it was time to begin our worship. Robin and I both taught a lesson during our worship period. The good news is that our attendance was 365. The sad news is that we didn’t have enough grape juice for everyone to partake of the Lord’s Supper. Everyone was able to break the break, but Peter gave an apology for running out of juice. Some of the churches are used to this, but I’m not. It absolutely brought me to tears. One man said, “For some of us, it’s been two months since we’ve had the Lord’s Supper. We simply can’t afford to buy grape juice.” Before we left, we worked with Peter on securing more grape juice and having the brethren to divide it amongst the numerous churches. I pray that this never happens again.

The temperatures dropped a lot during the night. On Monday morning, it was very windy and much cooler. Several men had built small fires in different locations near the tree. We followed the same routine of having several classes in the morning, breaking for lunch, and then having more classes until dark. At the end of the day, Robin and I were ready to distribute several things for the brethren. I have the habit of wearing my clothing only once and then giving it away. I save one outfit to wear on the plane back home and give away everything else in my suitcase. We distributed the clothing, plus vitamins, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and school supplies. We gave so many pieces to each preacher. The preachers then had members of their respective congregation to meet at a certain tree and he then divided it among the saints. There were many happy brethren.

Back to Bulawayo

On Tuesday morning, we said our good-bye to Peter and were ready for our journey back to Bulawayo. Word had spread fast that we were traveling to Bulawayo. We picked up two ladies at the lodge who needed a ride. One of these ladies was a Christian. We hadn’t traveled very far and then saw two police ladies who were hitchhiking, so we stopped to give them a right, too. The five-hour ride was quite interesting. The ladies were “trapped” in the back seat and couldn’t avoid our Bible discussions. The one rider who was a Christian then suggested that we sing. I wish I had been able to tape the singing. It was beautiful.

We deposited the ladies on the street in front of the court house in Bulawayo. They were very appreciative. Robin and I observed that the electricity was working, so we went to the store to buy some groceries. I had volunteered to cook dinner for Robin, George & Jennie, and Bruce, Nancy, and the children. I was really looking forward to fixing them some foods they’ve never tried. I made out my menu for peach mango pork chops, cheesy mashed potatoes, hot pickled beets, pinto beans, pineapple casserole, and a good salad. Just as the potatoes started boiling and the oven was getting hot and ready for the pineapple casserole, the electricity went off. I didn’t know what to do. We finally borrowed two gas grills. Dinner was delayed, but we enjoyed it when we were finally able to eat.

Last Day in Zimbabwe

On Wednesday morning, we had breakfast and 6:00 and departed at 6:30. We met Bigboy Dube in Gwanda and then traveled south. We drove about 40 km. south of town and then turned off the highway on a rough, dirt road. The travel was really slow on this road. We drove about another 30 km. to reach the West Saphila Church. I always enjoy meeting with these brethren, because they always have such interest in the Bible lessons and their singing is always so great. Attendance was 125. We had several classes and then shared lunch with them before we had to start our journey back to South Africa. It was very late in the evening before we got back to the home of Fred and Pearl Liggin. I felt embarrassed about arriving at such a late hour, but they had assured us that it would be okay to awaken them.

Heading Home

We got a good night’s sleep and prepared ourselves for our journeys home. Robin took off for South Africa. Fred and Pearl took me to the airport for my flight. After getting checked in, there was enough time to enjoy breakfast with Fred and Pearl before I had to board the plane. As I eventually got on the plane and reflected on this trip, I felt that much good was accomplished. I hope the Lord was pleased. It was a joy to travel with Robin and to see many brethren that we’ve grown to love over the years.

Other Benevolent Funds

I was happy to play “delivery boy” for some brethren who sent aid to some of our needy brethren. Two new churches were started in recent years among the San people, what we might call cultural minorities. They have not been receiving any benevolent help. Working with Mountbatten Brewer, we distributed sacks of 12.5 kg. each (27.5 pounds) to 67 families, 30 at Mtshina and 37 at Butabubili.  We also helped four churches in the area where the elephants had destroyed the crops. This amounted to 151 sacks at Mlachsa, 58 at Sikhali, 42 at Tshajathole, and 100 at Majabane. The total cost for the corn was $2508 and the cost for gasoline to deliver this to six churches was $300, making a total of $2808. I want to express my deep thanks to those brethren who were involved in this benevolent work.

Wednesday, June 3 – Drive to Banaue

   Having ended our classes in Baguio, we started our journey to another destination today. We drove to Banaue, the area of the famous rice terraces. These 2000-year-old terraces are carved into the mountains by ancestors of the Batad indigenous people. They extend 5,000 feet above sea level and cover about 4,000 square miles of mountainside. They are fed by an ancient irrigation system from the rainforests above the terraces. It is said that if the steps are put end to end it would encircle half the globe. It is reported that the terraces were built largely by hand. These terraces are commonly referred to by the Filipinos as the “Eighth Wonder of the World.” The roads seem to be just one curve after another. We could look below and see the road winding around the mountains two or three times. This proved to be more twisting than Casey could handle. She got motion sickness and had to stick her head out the window. She didn’t even have time to tell us to stop.

   The rice fields are amazing.  We made hundreds of photographs.  This is one of those areas that is impossible to describe. We can only hope that our pictures will allow our folks to appreciate the beauty of the area.

   We got settled into our little guest house and then went to a resort for a nice meal.  We had a big glass window next to our table, overlooking one of the rice terraces. We watched as a large cloud starting moving directly toward us.  In less than thirty minutes, we could no longer see the mountain out the window. We could only see the cloud. It soon started raining, making a relaxing sound for our good night’s sleep.

Thursday, June 4 – Burgos

   Since our guest house had no restaurant, I got up early and tried to find us something to eat. I walked into town and found a lady that prepared egg sandwiches for us. We spent a few more hours during the morning visiting some new areas of the rice terraces. We then started our drive to Burgos. I’ve worked in many regions of the Philippines on previous trips, but this was my first time to be in this area.  Reggie has been supporting one of the young preachers, Willie Pastor. We didn’t know the directions to his house, so we arrived in the city and gave Willie a call.  He told us to wait and he would come to fetch us. We then drove to his house and got settled in for the night. He recently constructed a new house, so he invited us to stay at his place. It was equipped with electricity and running water, so we enjoyed his hospitality. He also built a little bamboo shelter to the side of his house. We ate our dinner under the shelter.

   That evening we had two Bible classes. Reggie had a lesson on “Miracles Recorded in John.”  I then gave a lesson on “Which Church in the New Testament Is Your Congregation Like?”

Friday, June 5 – Morning lectures

   After a good night’s sleep, we had a nice breakfast with Willie and his family. Willie had arranged for us to have a couple of lessons with the brethren before we started our journey. Branden gave a lesson on “Rejoice” and Reggie delivered another lesson on “Just Say No!”  After three classes, we then had lunch with the brethren and started the long drive to Calumpit. We left at about 10:00 and arrived in Calumpit at about 6:00 p.m.  We drove to the home of Mel Tacbad. Mel is the son-in-law of Ben Cruz in Manila. For the past two years, Mel has been battling with a large tumor on his spine that is in a location that forbids being operated on. He is totally bedfast, suffering from many sores all over his body. He often screams out at night from the pain that he feels. His family has erected a hospital bed in the living room and cares for him there. Everyone enjoyed spending some time with him before going to bed.

Saturday, June 6 – Classes with Mel

   Cristina fixed a nice breakfast for us. We especially loved the watermelon, pineapple and mango. We started classes at Calumpit at 9:00. Reggie taught a lesson from Ephesians 5. While the adult class was in progress, Branden had a class for the teen boys on “The Thief on the Cross.”

   We then drove about thirty minutes to the congregation at Meysulao. JoJo Tacbad, Mel’s cousin, drove us to the location. Mel, along with his father and son, have tried to work with about four different congregations. Jonas Tacbad, Mel’s son, is now taking over many of the responsibilities. Branden delivered a lesson on “Love They Neighbor as Thyself.” After class and a short visit with the brethren, we then drove back to Mel’s house for lunch. It was then time to drive to the radio station in Angeles City. The station is very near the old entrance to the Clark Air Force Base. This weekly broadcast is a call-in program. Since the station is not modern enough to have a telephone wired into their system, the listeners are encouraged to text their questions on their cell phones. JoJo did an introduction and explained that he would read the questions and then ask Reggie and I to alternate in answering them. We really had great interest and lots of questions. JoJo later told us that this was the most calls they had ever received in one day. We were thrilled to be a part of it.

   The drive from Angeles City back to B-01 was almost four hours. It was good to see all of the brethren and share with them the stories of our trip. While we were away, there had been many heavy rains in Manila. The fourth floor, where Branden and I had been sleeping, had heavy water coming through the roof. We had to vacate that room and move to the third floor. With Tom and Machala no longer being with, we moved into the rooms they had used.

Sunday, June 7 – Working with Three Congregations

   Breakfast had to be at 6:00, since worship starts at 7:00. While Reggie and I were teaching & preaching downstairs, Iva had classes for the children upstairs. She taught several stories about David. Reggie had a lesson on “Moses Struck the Rock” and I had a lesson on “Teens, You Have the Power to Change.” After the Lord’s Supper, we divided everyone again. Branden taught the men on the first floor, a lesson on “Faith in Hebrews 11.” Iva taught the ladies on the second floor, a lesson on “Hidden Treasures.” Casey taught the children the story of “Feeding the 5,000.”

   We had a quick lunch at B-01 and then loaded about 15 people into the Kia to make our journey to Sta. Mesa. This is one of the congregations where Abram Cruz works. It is one of the poorest congregations around Metro Manila. It proved to be a very difficult and emotional visit for Casey. One of the young mothers allowed Casey to hold her three-week-old girl during worship. Before worship started, Dr. Tess explained that many of the children in this region never reach their first birthday. The area has the highest toll of infant death, most of it due to poor hygiene and improper diet. Branden delivered a lesson on “How Can I Be Sure I’m Saved.” Reggie gave a lesson on “Why Should I Pray?” I couldn’t help but look over at Casey and the little baby a few times. She seemed to enjoy holding the baby. The infant only weighed about four pounds and appeared to be so very weak. When I looked over during Reggie’s lesson, I could see that Casey was crying. I mean tears were streaming down her face and dripping onto the blanket of the baby. She had allowed her mind to think about the environment and the strong possibility that this child would reach her first birthday. It was more than she could take and the tears started flowing. It made her feel some better when we gave the mother three bottles of multiple vitamins after the worship period.

   We then drove to Marilao Bulacan, another very poor congregation. The brethren had erected a large tarpaulin to be used for the children’s Bible classes. The adults would assemble in a small make-shift room. There were probably fifty children from the neighborhood in the classes. Many of them come every week, without any encouragement from their parents. Abram and his good wife do a great  job working with these children week after week. Casey’s emotions kicked in once again and she started crying at the sight of one of the little girls. This beautiful little child was covered with horrible sores all over his face, with a few of them on her eyes. When we inquired of Dr. Tess, she explained that it was a bacterial infection caused again from improper hygiene. This little girl didn’t have such simple things as a bar of soap or a bottle of shampoo. She bathes in the street water, which is often filled with urine. Having been given some extra funds from some American Christians and told to use it at my discretion, I had Dr. Tess to write a prescription for some antibiotics for the little girl. We also gave her a month’s supply of soap and shampoo. She was so thrilled to receive such simple items. In order to answer some questions that had been raised previously by some of the men, I taught a lesson on “The Church’s Standard of Authority.” We then had a good question-answer session. Three folks expressed their desire to be baptized after the services. The water nearby was too filthy to be used, so they had to be taken to a swimming pool at a Catholic school.

      I had explained to Dolores and Tess that it was to be too busy of a day to come home and prepare dinner, so I would use some of the funds provided by the American donations and take everyone out to eat. We went to the food court in a mall. They all sat a long, long table and I went to the different stalls to order. I didn’t know half of the things that I was buying. I would just point and say, “Give me one of those, two or those, or six of those.” I would take these to the table, ask them to start eating, and I’d move on to another stall. It was something certainly different for me, but the brethren seemed to love the wide variety of foods. After we ate, I bought tickets for 8 of the little children to enjoy one of the little rides in the carnival area. It wouldn’t seem like much to an American child, but they jumped and shouted and seemed thrilled. I know they must have said “Thank you” at least a dozen times after they rode. Everyone was tired by the time we got back to B-01, but I think everyone had a wonderful Lord’s day.

Monday, June 8 – Visiting with two churches

   We had an early breakfast, in order to start our journey by 7:00.  We arrived in Bikas Camarin, where Ely Ebuenga preaches, at about 8:30. While Reggie taught a lesson on “Ephesians 1,” Casey taught a children’s class on “Creation.” While Branden taught a class on “Salvation,” Iva taught a women’s class on “Sowing the Seed.” I then taught a class on “What Every Church Needs.” Reggie taught another lesson on “Ephesians 2.” We finished at about 11:45.  The brethren wanted us to eat lunch with them, but I explained that we must travel on to Jimmy’s place, because his wife had prepared lunch for us there.

   We arrived at Bayugo, one of the five churches where Jimmy Bobis preaches. Jimmy is another one of the sons-in-law of Ben Cruz. We enjoyed a delicious lunch prepared by Maria and her daughters. Jimmy had suffered a stroke earlier in the week and had to stop preaching for several weeks. It was great to see him back at the work that he loves, although he still doesn’t have full use on one arm. After lunch, I gave a lesson that had been requested, on “Duties and Qualifications of Elders.” There was a lively discussion and question-answer period afterwards. Branden gave a lesson on “Noah’s Faith.” Reggie gave a lesson on “Ephesians 3.” Iva taught classes for the children on “Noah and the Flood.”

   We ended our classes at Bayugo at about 5:45 and then started the drive back to B-01. We had a good dinner, a nice cold shower, and then sat around and visited with several of the brethren before we went to bed.

Tuesday, June 9 – Working with Jhun

   Breakfast was from 6:00 to 6:30.  We then traveled from 6:30 to 9:00, in order to reach the home of Jhun Layusa. He had planned classes with the congregation at Phase 6, Camarin. This is one of the congregations that he works with each week. Reggie did a lesson on “Ephesians 4” and I did a lesson on “Counting the Cost.” Iva taught a children’s class on “Footsteps of Jesus.” Since all of the children are in their bare feet, she had them to stand on a colorful sheet of paper and she traced their foot for a visual for the lesson. The kids loved these papers and came running to me after class to show me what they had done.

   Jhun’s wife and mother prepared lunch for us. After eating, we then traveled to Salacot to visit the congregation there. Branden taught a class on “Love.” Reggie had a class on “Ephesians 5.” Iva taught a class for the ladies on “Kindness and Goodness.” Casey had a children’s class on “Creation.” I did the last class for the day on “How Could Peter Sleep?” We ended at about 5:00 and then drove back to B-01. We arrived a little after 8:00.

Wednesday, June 10 – Working with Vicente

   We had a breakfast and then started our long journey to the area where Vicente Cay lives and preaches. It took over three hours to get to the church. This congregation is just a few years ago and there are far more female members than male members. After Vicente and Mona Lisa were married, they took an old pig sty and remodeled it into their house. They worked hard to establish the congregation here. Nearly 40 were in attendance today. I taught the first lesson on “Can We Understand the Bible Alike?” Branden then had a lesson on “Faith.” We took a break for lunch and enjoyed Mona Lisa’s delicious cooking. After lunch, Reggie gave a lesson on “Speaking as the Oracles of God.”

   We drove back to Manila and had to fight the heavy afternoon traffic. We finally got back to B-01 at about 6:00. Tess prepared a delicious mango shake for us. It was so refreshing.

Thursday, June 11 – Our Last Day of Classes

   We had agreed to return to Sta. Mesa for another day of classes with the brethren here. I feared that this would be hard on Casey, since this is where the little child she fell in love with Sunday was located. She felt much better, since we had given the mother vitamins and food.

   I taught a class on “The Book of Philippians.” Branden taught a class on “David, a Man After God’s Own Heart.” Casey taught a children’s class on “Creation” and then Iva taught one on “Noah and the Flood.” We took a short break and then start classes again.” Reggie taught a class on “That Lamp That Shines Forever.” Branden then had a class on “Tell Me the Story of Jesus.” Casey had a children’s class on “Birth of Jesus.”  We ate lunch, small boxed lunches that we brought with us to share with the brethren, and then had one more lesson. Reggie did a lesson on “The Ten Virgins.”

   We ended our classes at 4:00 and drove back to B-01, arriving at about 6:00.  We had enough time for quick cold shower and then walked to the chapel for our final classes with the brethren. Reggie taught a class on “Why I Am A Member of the Church of Christ.” Iva taught a class for the children upstairs on “Kindness and Goodness.” I taught the final class on “I’ve Never Passed This Way Before.” Casey taught the last children’s class upstairs on “The Key to Pleasing God.”

   Ben Cruz gave a farewell speech and thanked all of us for coming and helping in the work in the Philippines.  He asked each of us to say a final farewell and then he invited us to return again as soon as we could.

   I continued my tradition of providing a “farewell” party for the brethren. They do so much to wait on us for the duration of the trip that I started this tradition of giving them a party on our last night. I tried to fix several foods that they are not familiar with. They devoured the cheese & bacon deviled eggs! We fixed several types of sandwiches and snacks, plus a big pot of pinto beans and mashed potatoes. After eating, we played several games and gave away used clothing, neckties, toys, school supplies, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, and anything else in the suitcase that we didn’t want to take back to America.  The brethren had a great time and it was a joy to share these items with them.

Friday, June 12 – Heading Home

   We left B-01 at about 2:30 and drove to the airport. It is always very time consuming to go through the checkpoints and security in order to even get on the airport property. The brethren are not allowed to enter the airport. No one goes through the door without a passport and a plane ticket. We said our good-byes on the sidewalk and went inside. We were able to get the luggage checked in, go through two more security checks, and get to the gate in plenty of time. For those who still had a few pesos, they bought their last Filipino souvenirs. We departed Manila at 6:45 and arrived in Nagoya, Japan, at 11:40 a.m.  We left there about two hours later and made the successful flight into Detroit. It was here that we had to say our “Good-byes” and make our separations. This was a great team. Everyone worked well together and I feel that much good was accomplished.

   Casey Richardson is from Paducah, Kentucky. She just finished her second year of college in Bowling Green, studying New Testament and religions of Asia. Her parents are faithful Christians and they have brought Casey up to love God, His Word, and the Lord’s church. They are all members of the Sutton Lane Church of Christ in Mayfield, Kentucky.

   Branden Lewis is from Oshkosh, Wisconsin. He just finished his third year of studies in mathematics. Branden worships with the Lord's church in Appleton. His grandpa is the preacher for the church in Antigo and his Dad is the song leader there. Branden is the third generation of Christians on both sides of the family. Both of his grandfathers started the congregations where they are currenly worshipping.

   Reggie Ross is from Greencastle, Indiana. He owns and operates an embroidery business. He and Beveraly were blessed with two daughters, Leah and Heidi. Sadly, Heidi died of a disease when she was 17 years old, but the family can rejoice that she was a faithful Christian and died in the Lord. Reggie has been teaching teen or adult Bible classes for nearly 25 years.

   Tom Wells is from Shelbyville, Kentucky, where he serves as an eldr. He has been married for 25 years and has one daughter, Machala. Tom has made two trips to preach the gospel in Jamaica.  Tom has great musical talents and loves to lead singing.

   Machala Wells is 16 years old and just completed the 10th grade of high school, with a perfect 4.0 grade point average. She would like to become eithr a veterinarian, bioligist, or zoologist. Machala has battled with diabetes, so she has learned how to discipline herself by watching what she eats and properly taking her shots. She is very gifted and especially loves music, having been in the band for six years and also in several choirs.

   Iva Baker is from Williams, Indiana. As an energetic 73 year old, she is our senior team members. She has lived in the same house for 64 years. so everyone in Williams knows her well. Iva has a very large extended family. She has 26 nieces and nephews, many cousins, four sisters and two brothers.

Our Trip from U.S. to Philippines -- We all flew from different cities, but met up in Detroit. We got settled in for the long journey to Japan.  We arrived in Tokyo at 4:45 p.m. As we were taxing toward the terminal, the captain made the announcement that we must remain seated until the medical team came on board. We soon learned that they were paranoid about the swine flu. Six men entered the plane, wearing a complete HazMad uniform. They had full-body uniforms, rubber gloves, hoods, and eye goggles. One man pointed a special machine that looked like a camera at each passenger. It registered your body temperature. Anyone entering the country with a fever would be quarantined. The process took over an hour.  Once we were finally able to depart the plane, we had little time before our next plane was to depart.  It was now getting dark, the first we had seen since Monday night.  We departed Tokyo at 7:30 p.m.  We arrived in Manila at 11:20 p.m.  Ben Cruz and six other preachers were waiting for us in the parking lot. We loaded all of the luggage into the Kia and made our way to the Cruz house, arriving there at nearly 1:00 a.m. We were assigned our sleeping rooms. Machala, Iva & Casey shared a room on the second floor; Tom and Reggie had separate rooms on the third floor; Branden and I shared a room on the fourth floor. I had to explain some of the “house rules” before we went to bed: (1) Don’t attempt to put toilet paper in the commode, because it will clog the pipes, (2) The shower consists of a 5-gallon bucket of water and a dipper, so you should refill the bucket when you are finished with your shower, (3) Turn off all lights when you leave the room, because electricity is very expensive. We finally were ready for bed at about 2:00 a.m. I told everyone they could sleep in until 8:00.

My First Trip To India

For several years I have received the reports and corresponded with I. S. Deenadayal, a gospel preacher in Jadcherla, India (pronounced Zad-cherla). We have become friends through our e-mails and he has invited me on several occasions to visit him and teach classes, but I had never been able to fit it into my schedule until this year. By the grace of God, I have just returned from a very exciting trip, being with Deenadayal, his wife (Victoria) and their two sons (Sam and John), both of whom are college students in Hyderabad. I will share a few stories with you in this report, to help you understand the country and the Lord’s work in that country.

The names of the folks in India appear very strange to us. Their given name is written last, preceded by two initials. His full name would be Immadi (his family name) Sundaram (his father’s given name) Deenadayal (his given name). He has two sons, Samuel and John, so their names would be written as I. D. Samuel and I. D. John, showing the family initial and the “D” for their father’s given name.

A Few Facts About The Country

India is one of the largest countries. It has a population of 1.2 billion people. The government is controlled by the Parliament in Delhi. The senators are elected every five years by popular vote. The party with the most senators then chooses the prime minister from their party. The government is run by the prime minister, but the president is over him. The president can hire or fire, plus can reduce the punishment or abolish the death penalty. If the senators send a paper to the president for his signature, he can refuse to sign it and return it to the parliament for amendments. If the senators leave the wording as is and returns it to the president, he has no choice but to sign it into law the second time.

India is on a strange time zone, being 11½ hours ahead of Central Standard Time in Bowling Green. Most of us are accustomed to time zones changing only by hours and not by thirty-minute increments. The country has fifteen official languages. All of these can be seen on the left side of each paper bill in their currency. The language of Telugu is used in Hyderabad and Jadcherla. There are 56 letters in the Telugu alphabet. I noticed in the translations, that it would often take Deenadayal twenty words to say what I said in ten. I entered the country at the start of the summer season, which means that there is no rain for several months and the temperatures are high.

The country has a wide mix of cultures and is especially seen in the buildings. Some are from the British rule and older buildings are from a Muslim king.

The clothing styles are extremely varied in India. Some of the men wear the traditional long, white lungi with a white shirt. Some of the men wear pants with a kudta, which wears like a shirt that goes all the way to the knees. Some of the men are now wearing Western-style clothing. The clothing of the women is extremely colorful. Most of them wear the traditional sari, with a blouse of one color and a scarf over their shoulders that will match the lower pants.

One very unusual thing seen regularly is that most of the folks never touch a glass or bottle to their lips. They hold it about two inches from their lips and pour the water into their mouth. The only exception I saw was when drinking from the small disposable plastic cups.

The national currency is called the rupee. It takes 100 paise to make one rupee. The coins consist of 50 paise, 1, 2 and 5 rupees. The paper bills consist of 5, 10, 20, 50, 100, 500, and 1,000 rupees. The 1 and 2 rupee bills are legal tender, but seldom seen anymore.

For the Hindu families, the priest chooses the day for the wedding. All of this is based on their superstitions and the signs of the zodiac. Many weddings will be held on the same day.

A Few Facts About The Lord’s Church

Hinduism is the prevailing religion in India, but the country enjoys freedom of all religions. There seems to be a temple or mosque on almost every corner. Because of the diversity of religions, the school calendar and work days are varied. For the Muslim, Friday is the holy day. For the Hindu, it is Saturday. Christians, of course, worship on the first day of the week. This creates a problem for many of the Christians, because some schools have classes on Sunday.

From what information I have been able to gather, I would say that Christianity was introduced to the country in the late fifties or early sixties by J. C. Bailey, a missionary from Canada. Deenadayal’s father was a Mennonite preacher and met J.C. in 1974. They studied together on four different occasions during that year. He was eventually baptized and he and his wife left the Mennonite faith. He started a new congregation in his home, desiring to follow closely the teachings of the New Testament. He met John Humphries in 1977 and studied the organization and work of the church. He learned that he had become involved in an “institutional” concept and a few practices that violated the autonomy and independence of the local church. He rapidly made his stand for truth and left the more liberal ways. Deenadayal was baptized in 1976 and started preaching the following year.

I allowed Deenadayal to make recommendations on how to best use our time in India, so he planned our schedule. We divided the days into three areas: Hyderabad, Jadcherla, and Hampi.

Churches in Hyderabad

Hyderabad has a population of 10 million. The city has several churches of Christ, eight that would take a more conservative approach to the Scriptures and the work of the church and about twenty that are more liberal in their attitude and practice.

Because of our limited days, we only worked with two of the churches in Hyderabad. The Banjara Hills Church meets on the roof top of the home of the preacher, M. J. Suryakant Raj. He had worked hard to invite many of his neighbors to the Bible studies. We had over 75 students at his place. All of the students sat on mats. He stretched electric wires across the roof to provide enough electricity for everyone to see their Bibles. The singing was very enthusiastic and the students were very attentive. I especially enjoyed being with so many children who were anxious to learn more Bible stories.

On Sunday morning, we assembled with the Mount Olive Church, where M. Solomon Raj preaches. Solomon and Suryakant are brothers. Their father is also a member at Mount Olive and I would later meet two more brothers, all of whom are faithful gospel preachers. They are an amazing family. The attendance at the Mount Olive Church was around 50. The brethren have built a modest, but very adequate building for their services. They take great care and concern for the building. The ceiling is decorated with long, colorful ribbons. The floor is covered with colorful mats. All of the brethren remove their shoes as they enter the building. There are no pews, so everyone sits on the mats. As the brethren enter the building, they prostrate themselves in prayer before sitting.

The songs in Telugu are very long, some of them having as many as fifteen verses. The building is equipped with three microphones and an amplifier mounted on the roof of the building. The worship service is heard throughout the whole neighborhood. Psalms 63 was read in unison. For the Lord’s supper, the ladies moved from their sitting position to their knees. They took the bread, held it in the palm of their hand, bowed their heads to the floor, prayed and then ate the bread. The same was done with the juice.

After our worship, one lady opened a box of homemade candy. She explained that her daughter had made the highest marks in her class at school and she wanted all of the brethren to rejoice with her, typical of what we read in Romans 12:15. After several minutes of visiting, I was invited to Solomon’s home for lunch. It consisted of rice, chicken curry, boiled eggs, papaya, grapes, and bananas.

Our Work in Jadcherla

We left Hyderabad late in the afternoon and drove to Jadcherla, about 100 kilometers away. Along the way, we saw many little boys (about five years old) with horse-driven wagons. These children are extremely “street smart.” We saw many Brahma bulls on the highway, many of them having their horns painted bright green or blue by the Hindu as a high honor. We passed workers, building a stone wall between the highways. The men usually carry the stones and the women carry the mud. I’m told that a typical salary would be three dollars a day for the women and five dollars a day for the men. A skilled mason could get nine dollars and a carpenter could get ten dollars a day.

John decided to skip classes for a few days in order to attend the preacher-training classes in Jadcherla, so he rode with us from Hyderabad to Jadcherla. We stopped at the church building, a comfortable little building built in 1978. The wall surrounding the building has scriptures painted on each panel, as well as the walls inside the church building. The brethren were cleaning and doing last-minute preparations for our classes. Deenadayal had rented a large tent and 40 plastic chairs for our classes. The men were erecting the tent in the yard between the church building and the house.

Most of the preachers were going to sleep under the tent and the ladies were going to sleep on the floor in the church building. Deenadayal had decided that I might be a little more comfortable at a little hotel in Mahabubnagar, about 30 kilometers from Jadcherla. It was starting to get dark before we could reach the hotel. Driving on the highways at night is almost an invitation to take your life in your own hands. There are so many 18-wheelers, public buses, motorcycles, and three-wheelers without any tail lights, plus all of the animals. It can be very dangerous.

Preacher-Training Classes

Deenadayal sent invitations to many preachers all over the state. Some came alone and some brought their wives with them. Our lowest number was on Monday, with 35; our highest number was on Wednesday, with 43. Each preacher was given a small notebook and ink pen. With their words of thanksgiving, you would have thought we had just spent a thousand dollars on them. At the end of the classes on Friday, I gave each of the preachers the money for their bus fares home.

Our classes were for morning, afternoon, and evening. The students were very attentive, took lots of notes and asked many questions. We chose a different theme for each day: summary of biblical books, Old vs. New covenants, the preacher & his work, the Lord’s church vs. men’s churches, and godly living.

When I would mention any Bible passage, the students seemed to compete to see who could find the passage the fastest, in order to be able to read it. There was one particular student that I was especially impressed with. He was the first to find the passage, the first to ask questions if there was anything he didn’t completely understand, and the first to use up his notebook with so many notes. I knew he was a preacher, but I didn’t know for what church. At the end of our classes on Friday, he said, “I want to thank you for teaching us, thank the Americans for supporting you, and thank you for showing us the truths in the Bible. I have learned much. I now realize that I haven’t obeyed the true teachings of the Bible. I was only sprinkled and never immersed into Christ for the remission of my sins.” I was almost speechless. After a few more questions, I learned that he was the “pastor” of a small Methodist church. Deenadayal had conducted several studies with him in the past and had invited him to these classes. His decision to obey the gospel gave another lady the courage to do the same. We filled the concrete baptistery in the yard and witnessed both of them making their good confession of their faith in Christ and following Him in baptism. After the baptisms, he ran down the street to a little bakery and bought a large box of special treats. He came back and distributed these to everyone. He said he wanted everyone to celebrate with him that he was now a true child of God! His work will be difficult, as he tries now to bring the congregation out of this denomination and see if they are honest enough to make their stand for truth. Let’s keep him in our prayers.

Electrical Problems

Deenadayal had requested that I use the Power Point projector with the classes. Since English is the second language for all of the folks, he thought the charts and visuals would help them in taking their notes. It worked well for a couple of days, but then the city government starting turning off the power for 12 hours at a time. Without the ceiling fans in the church building, we started getting very hot. Since we couldn’t use the projector, we moved our classes to under the tent in the yard. During one of the afternoons when we had power, I was using the computer and projector. The power went off so I continued my class without the charts. When the power came back on, it came back with too much strength and force. The power surge ruined my computer and projector. For the rest of the trip, I had to teach all of the classes without the aid of the projector. Replacing those will be one expense that I certainly hadn’t counted on.

Visiting the Villages

On Tuesday evening, we moved the evening classes to the village of Bhootpur. The church here is where Lazarus preaches. Many of his neighbors came for the classes. We had an attendance of 41. After our classes, we were invited to have supper with them. When I reached for a cayenne pepper, the women thought I didn’t know what I was doing and slapped it out of my hand. They tried, in their broken English, to explain that it was too hot for Americans to eat. I explained that I loved hot peppers and picked it back up. They watched in amazement as I ate three of them. They said they had never seen an American who could handle their hot peppers or hot curry.

On Thursday night, we went to the home of Prakasham, another gospel preacher. His wife and daughter-in-law prepared a delicious curry meal.On Friday evening, we went to the village of Adirapally, about 18 kilometers from Jadcherla. The preacher here is also named Lazarus. Our attendance was 55 for the classes. The sky was lit up with a full moon. It was very hot, so many of the village folks were sleeping on the sand outside of their houses. After classes, we were invited to eat rice and chicken.

On Saturday morning, we departed from my hotel at 7:00 a.m. to drive to Kwthur, about 30 kilometers away. We left the paved road and drove down a dirt road. It was quite a contrast in vegetation. One side of the road would be dry, with cotton growing. The other side would have irrigation, with rice or corn growing in the fields. The land was also full of sheep and goats. Most of the houses were constructed of mud. The brethren generally have to be in the fields for work by 10:00, so they wanted to meet for a Bible study before going to work. They have started construction on a new chapel. The walls are finished, but they have no money for a roof. We had 38 for the class. After class, I went to two homes to share a cup of boiled buffalo milk, a local tradition of hospitality.

On Saturday evening, we went to another village. We drove down a long dirt road, an area with no houses and no electricity. We were not as warmly welcomed in this village, since some Hindu extremist are in this region. One of the Christians invited us to her home for a Bible study. Everyone sat on mats in the yard in front of her house. While we were conducting our Bible class, some of the Hindu teens stood near the house where we were conducting our classes and beat their drums, in hopes of disturbing us. After our Bible class, we walked down the street to a second home. We were asked to have a 15-minute Bible study here and then share a meal with them. We then returned to the first house and had another meal. We were then asked to walk to a third house for another Bible study (with about 25 folks) and another meal. That was three meals in three houses in a one-hour period. After the first meal, I was no longer hungry, but it would insult the people if I didn’t eat with each of them. I was stuffed at the end of the night!

Marriage Proposal

Our visit in one of the villages gave me the opportunity to witness another part of their culture, a marriage proposal. Lazarus has two single daughters. One of them had been chosen as a possible bride for one of the young men. In the villages, the marriage proposal is arranged by the boy’s family. His family visits the girl’s family. They will ask many questions about her character, her health, and her cooking skills. This is often the first time for the boy and girl to meet each other. If the boy and girl express some interest in each other, then the girl’s family will make an appointment to visit his neighborhood. They, too, will ask lots of questions, both of the family and the neighbors. If the girl approves of the boy, the two families will then meet to discuss the price the girl’s family will pay the boy’s family for the right to marry. If the price is agreed upon, this will be followed by a big engagement party in the next few weeks. The expenses for the party will be paid by the girl’s family. The average cost would be about 30,000 rupees (or about $600 in U.S. currency). At the engagement party, the boy provides a ring, clothing, sandals, hankie, perfume, powder, and bracelets. For many of these young couples, the boy and girl have never even met each other before. After the engagement party, the couple can now talk to each other, sit together in public, visit the shopping mall, and sit & drink a Coca-Cola. The boy is now allowed to visit the girl at her home. For the wedding, the boy gives the girl more gold: earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. This usually amounts to about $2,500 in U.S. currency. Some of them laughed when I told them I would probably have been forced to remain single, because I could never have afforded all of the gold gifts. A typical wedding would cost about $7,500. Many rich families will spend even much more. At the wedding, an older man from each family will give an “introduction” speech for the bride and the groom.

Sad News on Sunday

Deenadayal received a phone call early on Sunday morning to inform him that his mother had suffered a stroke. He and his brother left at about 3:00 a.m. to drive to Hyderabad to check on her and take her to the hospital. They were delayed in getting back, so a young man came to my hotel on his motorcycle to ride me to the church building. We were about an hour late in starting the services, so Deenadayal arrived as we were ready to start the singing. He explained that his mother was resting comfortably and the doctors did not feel that she would suffer from any permanent damage from the stroke. The church worded a special prayer for her.

Since we had rented the tent for the week and it was still in place in the yard, we met under the tent for our Sunday morning worship. Our attendance was 88. All of the men sat on one side and the ladies sat on the other side.

After our worship, the lady that had been baptized on Friday brought out a big box of candy. She wanted to share with everyone and thank them for the encouragement they had given her in her first two days of being a Christian.

My Second Problem

In my haste to leave the hotel with the motorcycle, I may have left my suitcase unlocked. I can’t really say for sure. I had felt safe there all week and had no problems with any of my belongings, but when I got back to the hotel that evening, my Blackberry cell phone was missing. I called the manager and they interviewed a few of the staff members, but nothing turned up. With the destroyed projector and now the stolen phone, my expenses mounted much higher than I was expecting. Oh, well, life does not consist of material things, does it?

Heading to Another State

After our Sunday morning worship and lunch, we loaded up and took off for Hampi, in the state of Karnataka. Since the college was going to be out of class for two days due to the Hindu festival called Festival of Colors, John decided to skip one day of school and travel with us. We were glad to have him along with us. He had never been to this state and thoroughly enjoyed getting to see the sights, attend the classes, and be with all of the brethren. The journey was about 400 kilometers. Because of the crooked roads and passing through so many villages, the drive took us about six hours. Once again, we saw a great contrast in vegetation, with lots of rice and cotton growing in the fields.

The area around Hampi is filled with one temple after another.  It is a real haven for Hindu pilgrimages. One of the saddest things was to see how many American college students were in the area to indoctrinate themselves in the Hindu religion. The big bulls roam the streets and seem to have total control of the sidewalks and shops. I had my picture made beside one of the big bulls, but I was warned that I should not touch the horns. They consider the Brahma bull to be the highest form of life on earth. Many of the folks also worship the monkey god, the elephant god, the fire god, the river god, and a host of others. I felt like Paul must have felt when he walked into Athens and saw all of their altars. I wanted to tell them about the “unknown God.” It was some very sad sights.

Once again, we rented a tent and had all of our classes underneath the tent. Many preachers came from many different locations. Our attendance average about 45 each day. We had classes for the full day, ending by about 6:00 p.m. since we didn’t have electricity at night. The area around Hampi was having a shortage on producing electricity, so they turned off the power for twelve hours each day. The timing differed each day. India had new records for high temperatures while I was there. I could sure have used an electric fan at night, but we had no power.

 Festival of Colors

Our classes went from Monday thru Wednesday. The Hindu folks went crazy on Tuesday. This was the day of what they call their Festival of Colors. The schools are closed, the businesses are closed, and everyone is on the street and their bodies are colored in bright powders, dyes, or paints. They paint their clothing, their faces, and their hair.

Safe Arrival at Home

On Thursday, I had to be back at the Hyderabad airport to fly out at 7:50 p.m.  I flew from Hyderabad to Delhi and sat in the airport all night. My flight then left Delhi at 1:25 a.m. on Friday.  I arrived back in Nashville on Friday afternoon at 2:45. By the grace of God, I had a safe journey.  I want to thank those who prayed for me during this trip. I feel that much good was accomplished. I pray that God was honored in all that we did.

Thursday (Nov. 6) – Arrival in South Africa

   We arrived in Amsterdam at 9:00 a.m. and departed again at 10:05.  The plane was already loading when we arrived, so we had to rush to the gate. The flight from Amsterdam to Johannesburg was 11 hours.  We received our luggage and cleared customs by 11:00. Rob Buchanan and Allan Fox, two of the South Africa preachers, were waiting for us in the terminal. Rob had made the five-hour journey from White River, where he preaches. He was driving his 7-passenger Indian-made vehicle (called a Mahindra) and pulling a trailer. He had removed the back seat, which will allow us to transfer even more food that what would only fit in the trailer.

We drove to Allan’s house to spend the night, arriving there just before midnight. We were able to get a quick shower and immediately go to bed.

Friday (Nov. 7) – Departure for Zimbabwe

   We had thunderstorms during the night. As I was awakened a couple of times by the thunder, I said a short prayer that Zimbabwe could receive some of this rain. Many areas have been without rain for 3-4 years. The brethren have not had good crops for years and the hunger continues.

   Sylvia prepared a nice breakfast for us before our departure for Zimbabwe. We drove a few hours and then stopped in the town of Louis Trichardt. We filled up the containers with diesel, bought groceries to take to the brethren in Zim, and then went to a fast-food restaurant for a late lunch. We called David & Joanne Beckley, an American couple living and teaching in South Africa, and invited them to join us at the restaurant. We ate sandwiches and enjoyed a good visit together. We left there at 5:45 and arrived at the border crossing at 7:10. One has to go through customs on the South Africa side, enter “no man’s land” and then go through customs on the Zimbabwe side. We encountered long lines and absolute chaos. Several of the officers tried to find things wrong with our papers, in hopes of getting a bribe to let us pass on. It was 8:45 before we completed things on the South Africa side and 11:30 before we finished on the Zimbabwe side. We had to pay for our Zimbabwe visa in South Africa rand. We then had to pay a carbon tax, a road access tax, and to buy what they call third-party insurance.

   Things were bad when I was in this country last year, but it has even gotten worse in the past year. In one supermarket, which has branches all over the country, they are selling goods only in Zimbabwe dollars.  More than half of the store is completely empty and closed off with strings of white plastic tape. The shelves contain a few light bulbs, cayenne pepper and a few raw vegetables that should have been thrown away a couple of weeks ago.  In another market, they have a few old magazines, condoms, and loose tea for sale. For Zimbabweans who have no access to foreign currency, this is the extent to what food is available to buy. The vast majority of citizens do not have foreign currency or if they do it is one single, previous note hidden away in a safe place and is not anywhere near enough to buy food. There is another supermarket in town that is selling goods in U.S. dollars, Botswana pula, and/or South Africa rand. They will not sell you the goods in Zim dollars. If you have these foreign notes, you can buy cooking oil, tea, coffee, salt, pasta, tinned goods, and a few toiletries.  Our brethren are suffering, not just because of the lack of food and the high prices, but because of other silly things the government has done. The Reserve Bank Governor has banned electronic transfers and limited cash withdrawals to 50,000 Zim dollars a day. The lines at the banks are usually requiring 2-4 hours of waiting. It can possibly take 8-10 days to withdraw enough money just to buy a loaf of bread. The inflation is now estimated to be at 231 million percent.  The prices change rapidly daily. In one week, the exchange of one U.S. dollar to the Zim dollar went from an exchange of 250,000 to 300,000 to 460,000 to 600,000 to 860,000 to 1,500,000. The brethren cannot afford to even buy a loaf of bread. Things are getting harder and harder for the brethren every week.

   We finally arrived in Bulawayo at 2:30 a.m. We went to the home of George & Jennie Edy, where we would stay for our days in Bulawayo. Jennie fixed us a nice salad. We then got a shower and finally got to bed at about 3:30. Rob took one bedroom, Stephen took another one, and I slept on an air mattress in the front entrance.

Saturday (Nov. 8) – Classes in Tsholotsho

   It rained all night in town, but we later learned that they got none of the rain in the villages. We got up at 6:30, had our breakfast, and were ready to start our day. The phone lines were not working (which is normal for Zimbabwe), so we drove to Mountbatten Brewer’s house. He had arranged a schedule for us in the village of Tsholotsho. In traveling to any location, whether in the city or going to the villages, one does not necessarily travel the shortest route; we try to take the route with the fewest potholes. Some of the holes are large enough to destroy the tires if you fall into one of them. One has to move back and forth on both sides of the street in order to avoid the largest of the holes. There is a new joke in Zimbabwe that says that if a man is driving straight going down the street, the policeman will stop him thinking he’s drunk.

   We bought some mealie meal (crushed corn) in the market and then stopped along the highway to buy some vegetables. Knowing the reports that some of the brethren have not had food for a long time, we wanted to share a meal with them. We had 92 assembled for our classes. Rob, Stephen and I all taught lessons. The interest was very good. We ended our classes at 2:00 and then ate lunch. We were then ready to head back into town. Dark clouds were gathering as we departed. The brethren were hoping for some of the rain.

   We got back to Brewer’s house at 5:15. His wife had a supper prepared for us. We enjoyed the meal and the visit. We then drove to George & Jennie’s and she had prepared a supper for us, too. We ate again, but not so much. We were all very tired, having had little sleep last night, so we went to bed at 9:00.

Sunday (Nov. 9) – Visiting with several churches

   Like the Israelites in the wilderness, who got God’s provision of manna while they slept, while we slept last night God provided the needed mealie meal for our brethren. Brewer received a phone call at 5:00 a.m. saying, “I have one ton of mealie meal. If you want to purchase it, you can have it.” We were made to rejoice at such good news. He came to the house early to give me the opportunity to photograph the first $2,000 worth of mealie meal the American brethren had helped buy for the needy saints. It is very sad to see the kind of hunger that exists in this country.

   We had our breakfast at 8:00. Jennie used the groceries we brought from South Africa and fixed us boiled eggs, cheese, cereal, toast & jam. George was like a little child, making strange sounds with each bite. He said, “This is a feast.” He enjoyed all of the food, eating some things he had not eaten for a few months.

   Stephen went with George and Jennie for Bible study and worship at the Hillside Church, where he would preach the sermon. Rob and I went to the Queen’s Park Church. Newman Gumpo taught a wonderful class on the qualifications of elders. I was asked to preach a sermon, so I gave a study of Ephesians. The sermon was translated into both Mshona and Ndbele. Rob and I later discussed how lovely the singing was. They ended their service and exited the building by singing, “Thank You, Lord.”

   Several of the families expressed their deep thanks for the boxes of food they are receiving from Christians in America. Many other families explained that they had not been added to any of the lists to receive food boxes. Food is difficult to get. Many shops are without food. Those shops that do have food are selling it in foreign currency, something nearly impossible for most of the Christians to get their hands on. I took their names and addresses and promised to pass these along to interested American families.

   Rob & I drove back to Jennie’s for lunch. We then drove out of town to the Kensington Church, where Newman preaches. We had 107 in attendance. Rob preached a sermon from Psalms One. We met from 2:00 to 4:00. After our worship, we once again worked on the list for those who were or were not receiving food parcels. I once again promised to try to help those who were not receiving any food to get their name on a list from the American Christians.

   We returned to the Hillside Church for 6:00 p.m. worship. I had asked the afternoon church to meet with us. I preached a lesson on “The Sermon on the Mount.” The government had turned off the electricity, so we used an oil lamp. The singing was beautiful, with the two congregations blending their voices together. One of the songs was in Ndebele, the native tongue of the brethren from the afternoon church.

   Jennie prepared a nice soup for our supper. We finally got to bed at 10:00 p.m.

Monday (Nov. 10) – Travels to Mutsari

   I woke up this morning at 4:00. The sky was a beautiful blue. There was no electricity in the city. The folks have become accustomed to this nuisance for the past two years; they never know when they will have water, electricity, internet, or phone service. Jennie used a gas grill to prepare hot tea for us. We ate breakfast and departed at 7:00.

   We stopped at Brewer’s house to leave him another $3,000. He has already made three trips to various villages. We have been so thrilled to be able to buy the mealie meal for the brethren who are in such need.

   We then drove to Professor’s house to fetch him, his wife and his son. We had to stop at the market in search of salt, tea, and sugar.  We had to go to four different stores in search of sugar, but were never able to find any. We finally went to the streets and bought the sugar at black market prices, about four times the price that it should have been.  Most of the stores are without many of the items the brethren need, such as cooking oil, milk, eggs, sugar, etc.

   We finally got out of town at 8:45 and reached the village at 11:30. The people had been called to town for election of their ward chairman. We went ahead and set up our tents for sleeping for the next two nights.

   We had an afternoon class with four of the men. We had lunch at 2:30 and then started more classes. The numbers continued to grow and grow. Rob, Stephen and I alternated in teaching the classes. There were lots of questions that continued into the darkness. We had 50 women and 46 men by the end of the sessions.

Tuesday (Nov. 11) – More village classes

   I got up at 4:30 and went for a walk up the mountain. I later walked past the kraal and saw some of the men plowing their fields. The dust was rolling behind the plow. This area is so dry and they are so in hopes of rains in order to plant their seed corn. I came back to the tents and had tea and bread with the brethren.

   All three of us taught classes again this morning. Once again, we had many, many questions being asked. Two ladies requested baptism. The nearest water was in the cattle watering trough. We had a problem with the village headman. He wanted a bribe for his permission to allow the baptism. Rob and I were not in favor of paying the bribe; we thought we could put them in the truck and take them to the river about 45 minutes away. Professor went ahead and promised the headman payment, so we went to the cattle trough for their baptism.

   As soon as Professor had finished the baptisms, a heavy rain started. The brethren were so excited. It gave them hopes of their corn germinating.

   We got back into town at 5:00. We stopped by Brewer’s house again to photo the latest two tons of mealie meal he had purchased. I gave him another $1000to try to buy more tomorrow. We got back to George & Jennie’s and got bedded down for the night.

Wednesday (Nov. 12) – Working with Newman at Dadata

   I was able to sleep until 6:00 this morning. We had fresh eggs for breakfast. We departed at 7:45 and drove to Newman Gumpo’s house. I was excited to see the first shipment of the seed corn that had arrived at his house. I can’t say enough to express my thanks for the work of Les Maydell, a preacher in South Africa, for working so hard with the United Nations to learn how to buy this seed. The brethren are continuing their prayers that there will be enough rain to cause the germination of the seed once they get it in the ground. Thanks to many American brethren, 17 tons of seed corn was purchased and distributed in four different areas.

   We stopped along the way to buy fresh vegetables for the brethren. I had previously given Newman money to buy as much mealie meal as he could.  We arrived at Dadata, 116 km southeast of Bulawayo, at 10:10. Bigboy Dube, a preacher in Gwanda, arrived with seven brethren from his area. Rob, Stephen and I all gave a lesson. Our attendance was 92. Once again, the singing was so beautiful in their native tongue.

   After class, we distributed bottles of Ibuprofen, multiple vitamins for the adults, chewable vitamins for the children, liquid vitamins for the infants, and about 25 tube of toothpaste. We departed the village at 2:10. A heavy rain started falling as we were leaving. The roads became slippery. Right in front of our eyes, the small river started flowing as we crossed several little bridges. It was an exciting thing to behold.

   When we got back into town, we went to an internet café but were unable to get online. We were told that the server had been down for two days. This is life in Zimbabwe!

   We attended Bible study with the Hillside Church. Once again, we had several of the brethren from the afternoon church to visit the classes.

Thursday (Nov. 13) – Drive to Victoria Falls

   We got up at 4:30 and finished packing the trailer for our departure. We had breakfast at 5:30 and left at 6:00. We drove 330 km and met Tenson Mangwinyana at Hwange. We drove another thirty minutes for Bible classes at Lukosi. We had 69 in attendance under a big tree.

   After classes, we drove on into Victoria Falls. We were scheduled to meet Peter Mudenda, but learned that his car had broken down somewhere on the highway. We went to the Sunshine Lodge and checked in. We had been quoted a price, but it had doubled by the time we arrived.

   We divided into two teams for the evening. Stephen went to the Mosi High Church with Tenson and taught a class there. Rob and I went with Peter at the Chamabondo Church. After classes, Tenson came to the lodge and wanted us to give him some lessons on preparing Power Point lessons. I was happy to get a shower and lay down on a bed. This was my first night of the trip to sleep on a bed, since I’ve slept on an air mattress in the tent and at George & Jennie’s house.

Friday (Nov. 14) – Travels to Zambia

   We got up at 6:00 and packed the trailer for the trip into Zambia. We had breakfast at the lodge and then drove to Peter Mudenda’s house. We got his uncle to travel with us across the border to buy the part needed to repair the clutch on Peter’s truck. He then crossed back into Zimbabwe and we proceeded to the village where we would have our classes. We first had to stop and buy mealie meal, veggies and bread.

   We were expecting the brethren to be waiting for us when we arrived, but arrived to an empty village. We learned that one of the Christians had died at midnight. The brethren were all with the family and preparing for the funeral. We were asked to join them at the home.

   When we arrived, all of the men were under one large tree. All of the women were under another tree near the house. The body had been placed in a small wooden casket. It was inside a mud hut. The wife, mother, and immediate family were all inside the hut. As we approached the area, we could hear the brethren singing hymns. They had been singing for two hours, waiting for our arrival.

   Once we were introduced to the family, the casket was then brought outside and opened for the viewing of the body. The mourning, crying and screaming are totally impossible to describe. Several of the ladies fainted when they viewed the corpse. Once everyone had passed the casket and viewed the body, the lid was then screwed down. Six men then lifted the casket and started a slow procession down a dusty path. The brethren all started singing hymns as we walked. It was a long walk, going up and down several hills. We finally went up a steep path, to the top of a large hill, where the grave had been dug. I had been asked to preach the funeral sermon. When I concluded, the family members were invited to speak. The casket was then lowered into the grave. From where I was standing, I tried to do a quick count of the crowd. I counted 268, but there were many others sitting on the ground that I could not see.  I’m sure there were well over 300 people present. The men took turns shoveling the dirt into the grave. Possibly as many as 30 men helped with this process. They viewed this as an honor to help fill the grave. The dirt was mounded up very high. Friends then placed branches and flowers on top of the mound. One of the man’s brothers then stepped forth, holding the tea pot, drinking cup and eating bowl. The then took an axe and chopped holes in all of them. These were then placed on top of the grave. The symbolism is to state that no one else will ever eat or drink from this brother’s utensils.

   We then started the slow procession back to the house. All of the brethren continued singing hymns during the walk back to the house. We soon said our good-byes and departed for the village where we would be holding our Bible classes. Our schedule was arranged by Chris Simulnda. He and his son-in-law, Efran Njovu, share in the preaching. Chris works as a school teacher. He gets a very small salary from the government, but they allow him to live in a small house, owned by the school. He will be retiring soon, so he will have to vacate the house.

   We were given our supper, set up our tents for sleeping, and then started our Bible classes. We had to use flash lights, since there was no other lighting.

Saturday (Nov. 15) – Classes in Zambia and returning to Zimbabwe

   I woke up at 5:30. Chris boiled some water for me to have a hot bath. After bathing, I went walking with Chris to see the church building where they worship. It is in need of a new thatch roof. He then took me to the area where he is building his new house. He has been cutting small trees for the walls and hauling dirt to make the floors. We came back to his house by the school and had breakfast. We then started another class. I did a survey of “Ecclesiastes” and tried to emphasis how to find real happiness.

   We left the village at 9:30. We gave a sister a ride into town. She needed to see a doctor at the hospital. We then went to an auto shop and bought two new tubes for Peter’s truck, plus some motor oil. We filled up the containers with diesel, in hopes that this would get us through the rest of the trip.

   Our next stop was the Super Spar, a giant grocery store. We were able to buy food for our lectures in Binga, more food for George & Jennie, and to buy another truck load of Mealie Meal for the brethren. We also bought 15 bottles of water. This was to be our supply for our days in Binga, five bottles for Rob, five for Stephen, and five for me.

  We got to the border at 1:00. It only took us about thirty minutes to get things completed on the Zambia side. We then got to the Zimbabwe side and ran into big problems. The government had changed their rules over night. We had to pay customs on the mealie meal. We then were told to go to the Agriculture Import office and pay a few there. Yesterday the cost was only 4,000 Zim dollars. Today it went up to 4,000,000. There were many Zim residents standing there with only one sack of mealie meal, but still had to pay the four million. If they didn’t have the money, which most of them didn’t, the government confiscated their sack of food. Several of the women were crying, stating that they had left their children at home, walked across the bridge to get to the store in Zambia, and were now trying to get back home to their children. Sadly, they crossed back across the bridge without food for their children.

   We then had another big problem with the insurance man. He said we hadn’t for the insurance for the trailer. He ordered the guard to not let us pass through. We argued with them for over an hour. We showed all of the paper work, showed our receipt for payment, and explained that we had been inspected by the police at about a dozen road blocks. It soon became evident to us that he was only holding out for a bribe. Rob and I refused to give him to his robbery and asked that a policeman be brought in. We made our arguments and explained that this man is not in uniform and does not have an I.D.  We were even more convinced that he was trying to rob us. The policeman eventually let us go through at about 3:30.

   We had wanted to be at Peter’s house at 2:00, when they started their men’s training class. We figured the class would be over, but we went ahead to his house and were able to be with the men for the last 10 or 15 minutes of their class.  The men meet every Saturday afternoon for developing class materials and sermons. They also discuss some more advanced subjects. Today they were studying whether or not a Christian should marry a non-Christian. The ladies meet at the same time in another location.

   We returned to the Sunshine Lodge in Victoria Falls, where we had slept before going into Zambia. We ate supper and had some time for studying before going to bed.

Sunday (Nov. 16) – Visits with different churches

   We got up at 6:00 and got our showers. We had breakfast at 7:00. Peter came for Stephen at 7:30. The Mosi Church (where Tenson preaches) and the Chamabondo Church (where Peter preaches) had decided to meet together for today’s service. Stephen agreed to teach the class and preach the sermon. Rob and I traveled together to Hwange to be with the Lukosi Church once again. Tenson works with these brethren from time to time and he arranged the schedule for today. He had already arrived by the time we got there. I was asked to preach the sermon and Rob then taught the class. We ended our service at 12:00.

   Rob and I waited beside the highway for Peter and Stephen. They were supposed to meet us at 12:00. They hadn’t shown up at 2:00, so we started driving back toward Vic Falls in search of them.  We met them on the road at 2:45. When we inquired as to whether they had car troubles, they said they had gone to a restaurant for lunch. We finally got everything organized and started the journey to Binga.

   We passed an area where people were in long lines to collect cooking oil and mealie meal. It was a charitable work from the U.S. government. The people seemed very appreciative of their gifts. I hope I don’t hear any of them bad-mouthing the U.S. while I’m here. These gifts should show them how kind the U.S. can be to folks around the world.

   We got to the lodge where we should stay at about 6:30. We were happy to receive the news that the truck load of seed corn had been delivered on Saturday. If the rain comes, the brethren can get their fields ready soon. We were given the keys to check into our cottages near the lake. Rob and I shared one cottage; Peter and Stephen shared another lodge. I had agreed to a price for the cottages, but we were told the price had doubled. This has become rather “normal” in Zimbabwe. We got a shower and were ready for bed. It was extremely hot tonight, so we appreciated the ceiling fan.

Monday (Nov. 17) – Classes in Binga

   We had breakfast at 6:30. We were served fried eggs, fried fish, beans, and toast. It certainly wasn’t a typical American breakfast, but we’re reminded that we’re not in America. We departed the lodge at 7:00. The lodge is 15 km from the main road and then it is another 7 km to the village where we’ll be having our classes.

   I was very impressed with the new chapel the men had built. It had a very high roof, covered with new thatch, and had several split trees for benches. They had also built a corral for the kitchen. Several men were working with large black kettles. I had previously sent money to Peter, so the brethren had bought a few goats and some crushed corn. We brought the rest of the food with us.

   The brethren wanted to sing a few songs and then get started with classes. We had three classes before our break for lunch. I had been given a bunch of blue plastic bowls from a medical clinic or hospital in Alabama. These were used by the doctors in surgery. They were thrown away after one use, so a good sister collected them for us to use in Zim. I distributed 390 of them, so I’m guessing our attendance in Binga was well over 400.

   We unloaded the mealie meal we had purchased in Zambia. We allocated so much per meal, agreeing on 40 kg for breakfast and then 50 kg for lunch and 50 kg for supper. We were also informed that a small cow was available for sale if we were interested. Stephen agreed to purchase the beast with money that had been donated by a Christian family in Alabama.

   We were able to see many signs of malnutrition. Several children had the big tummy, not caused from junk food, but from malnutrition. We distributed a case of vitamins, clothing, toys and medicines. The brethren were very appreciative.

   We had more classes in the afternoon and then broke for supper. I think our meal tonight was the worse mealie meal that I’ve ever eat. It tasted like it had charcoal in it. Today was an extremely hot day. All of us were weak and running short on water. We had no lights and could not get the generator to work, so the local men recommended that they teach the final session and let us go on back to the lodge for bed. When we got back to the lodge, we learned that the water pump was broken. Two young boys brought us buckets of water for our bath. It was a very hot night, so we really appreciated the bath.

Tuesday (Nov. 18) – More classes in Binga

   We woke up this morning to learn that in addition to there being no water, there is now no electricity. The boys brought more water buckets to fill the tub for our bath. Peter loaded the seed corn into the truck. Distribution was made to the brethren today. We had to emphasize that this was seed corn and not corn for eating. We feared that some of them would grind it for mealie meal. We emphasized that it was coated with fertilize and insecticides and could make them sick if they attempted to eat it.

   We had breakfast at 6:30. The little kitchen was out of eggs. We had fried fish, potatoes, toast, and a mango. We departed for the village at 7:00. The brethren had prepared porridge for their breakfast. Everyone was in a good mood and acted like they were thrilled to see us. We started our classes and used the same rotation we used yesterday: Rob, Stephen and then me. We took a break for lunch, having mealie meal and beef.  We then had another busy afternoon in classes.

   After the classes in the afternoon, we started our annual Bible quiz. The person with the correct answer received one of the things we had brought for distribution: toothpaste, books, candy, or toy. The brethren were a joy to watch in their excitement of winning one of these gifts.

   We ate supper and were ready to start the evening classes. It was already pitch black by this time. Once again, we planned on using the generator to power the computer and projector, but never could get it to start. All of us were disappointed. Since no one was able to see their Bibles, we simply used the time for singing and prayers. We then said our good-byes to everyone and went back to the lodge. We still didn’t have water or electricity at the lodge.

Wednesday (Nov. 19) – Driving back to Bulawayo

   We woke to no water and no electricity. When we got to the kitchen for breakfast, we were told there was no food, except for one fish each. We departed the lodge at 8:00 and got into Bulawayo shortly after noon. We drove to Jennie’s and she prepared lunch for us. We then needed to do some more shopping. The little church in Tampico, Mexico, had learned of the poverty in Zimbabwe.  They wanted to send relief to some of the brethren. I agreed to serve as their “delivery boy” and take their funds to buy some food for the afternoon church in Bulawayo. We were able to fill the trailer with mealie meal and take it to the evening Bible class. We were able to buy 50 bags of 10 kg each at the cost of $7 per bag, a total of $350.

   I was asked to teach the Bible class for the morning church and afternoon church combined for the class. I taught a lesson from the book of Ezekiel. We had no electricity in the building, so we used a kerosene lantern.  After class, we used a small flashlight and went to the trailer for the distribution of the mealie meal. Each family signed their name to show the receipt of the food. All of them expressed their deep appreciation.

Thursday (Nov. 20) – Classes in Gwanda and driving back to South Africa

   We had to get up at 5:00, in order to get the trailer packed and ready to leave at 6:00. We drove to Gwanda and met Bigboy Dube at 7:30. Then then drove to Sathina, about 80 kms to the south and east. We arrived there at 9:00.

   I have visited with these brethren on several occasions in the past, but it was noticeable to me that many of them are much thinner. They explained to me their difficulties in feeding their families. Rob, Stephen and I each delivered a Bible lesson. The brethren also wanted to sing many songs, which were so very lovely. We ate lunch with them and distributed about 30 bottles of Ibuprofen, many bottles of multiple vitamins, and numerous tubes of toothpaste. I gave each of the cooks a potholder, made by one of the Christians in Kentucky. They absolutely loved these gifts.

   Bigboy explained that there were many older women who had walked to the classes. He was concerned that they were too old and too weak to walk back home, but he didn’t have the money to buy gasoline for his old truck to transport him. I gave him the funds for the gasoline and everyone seemed so thrilled. We departed the village after lunch. We arrived at the Zimbabwe/South Africa border at 3:00. We finally finished customs and immigration on both sides at 5:15. We stopped along the way for a bite to eat and finally reached the Buchanan’s house at 10:30. Stephen hit the bed immediately; Rob, Cheryl and I stayed up to talk for a while. Their son, Graham, also stayed up, so we could catch up on all of his college work. He is studying computer programming. We finally turned in for bed after midnight.

Friday (Nov. 21) – Departing Africa

   We got up at 5:30 and loaded our belongings back into the Mahindra. We wanted to be at the bus terminal at 6:00, in hopes of getting a good seat in the front. Our bus left at 7:00 and we arrived at the Johannesburg Airport at noon. Our departure was not until very late, so Fred & Pearl Liggin came to the airport to fetch us. We went back to their house for the day and had a very delightful visit. Pearl and her maid, Martha, fixed us a nice lunch and then later fixed us a delicious dinner.

   We left the house at 8:15 to drive back to the airport. We got our luggage checked at 9:30 and then had to clear customs. Our departure was scheduled for 11:55, but we were late in leaving.

Saturday (Nov. 22) – Flight home

   Since we were late in leaving Johannesburg, we were a little late in arriving in Amsterdam.  We got in at about 10:15. The pilot had tried to make up for some of the delay, but we were 15 minutes late. Stephen and I were both scheduled for flights to Detroit, but with different departures.  If he had used my flight, there would not have been a connecting flight on into Birmingham at that time of the evening. He was to depart at 10:50 and I was to depart at 1:25. As soon as we landed, many of the people took off running to get to the gate for the early Detroit flight. Stephen was late in arriving at the gate, so they had already closed the gate. He had to get rescheduled and left out on a flight to Memphis and then into Detroit. I was able to et my 1:25 flight without any trouble. I got into Nashville at 8:15 p.m. Delores met me at the airport and we made the drive home.

   I arrived home very tired, but with the feeling that much good was accomplished on the trip. I want to thank all of those who provided donations for the food , vitamins and medicines for the brethren. I also want to thank all of those who said they prayed for us during this trip.

   I accepted the invitation of Dana Whisler and Greg Whipple to return to Belize to help with several Bible classes and conduct a few special lecture on assigne topics.

   The island is 19.6 miles long and 6 miles wide at its broadest point (70 square miles) and most of it can be toured by car. Aruba has good roads, though many are unmarked. However, the government has marked the roads to point the way to the resort areas and specific attractions. Although some of the maps show street names and highway numbers, once you leave the downtown area in Oranjestad road signs and street markers are few and far between. If you venture into the countryside, the roads are not likely to be paved. The divi-divi trees always point southwest, away from the trade winds, so if a tourist gets lost it is important to remember that these trees blow in the direction of the resorts. The island is unusual in that it does not have a lake or river anywhere on the island.  All bodies of water are salt water.

    The population of Aruba is 70,007. The currency is known as the Aruba florin. It is divided into 100 cents. One U.S. dollar is equal to about 1.75 Aruba florin. The U.S. dollar is widely accepted at most restaurants and shops.  There is no sales tax on purchases, though a 6% government tax and 10-15% service charge are added to most hotel and restaurant bills.

   At the island 's northern tip, the California Lighthouse, named for the wreck of the passenger ship California just offshore, is on a cliff that offers a panorama of four beaches. At this point, the difference can be observed between the calm southern coast and the northern coast with waves crashing against the shoreline.

   Practically all Arubans are fluent in four languages: English, Dutch, Spanish and Papiamentu, the native language of the three “ABC” islands. Papiamentu is a melodic language derived from a blending of Dutch, Spanish, Portuguese, African, English and French. It is spoken by locals at home and with friends. Arubans, known for their hospitality and their friendly, outgoing nature, treat visitors as important guests and extend a sincere bon bini (“welcome”). I feel that their warmness can be traced to a line from the country’s national anthem: “The greatness of our people is their great cordiality.”

   Gold was discovered in Aruba in 1824, attracting considerable investment, but a century later the mine was exhausted. A different sort of gold renewed interest in the island in 1924, when the Lago Oil and Transport Company built a large refinery that brought one of the highest standards of living in the Caribbean. This prosperity was furthered by the development of tourism, which became Aruba’s primary industry when the refinery closed in 1985. It reopened in 1991. Because of the focus on tourism and number of resorts on the island, Arubans enjoy a very low unemployment rate. A moratorium on building new hotels or timeshare resorts contributes to sustainable development and a high standard of living on the island. Arubans are proud of their heritage and are concerned that with the importation of additional workers the island’s local flavor might be lost. 

Bonaire -- "Diver's Paradise"

   The title used above is on the license plates of Bonaire. The island  enjoys the same kind of tropical weather as Aruba, with a near constant 82 degrees temperature year round.. It, too, lies outside the hurricane belt. The island is 27 miles long and 2-7 miles wide. The Bonaire Census Bureau reported a population of 14,006 inhabitants as of December, 2006. The island is served by Flamingo International Airport. The water purifying plant in Aruba uses 9 times more energy in one day than the whole island of Bonaire for one day.

A History of the Lord's Church in Aruba

   The Lord's church in Aruba can be traced back to 1955,  when three American families came to Aruba to work with the Exxon Corporation of the Lago Oil Refinery. They lived in an area known as the “colony,” a self-contained community for Exxon employees. For three years, the three American families met for worship every Sunday. They  met in the homes of the members. They wouldn't think of forsaking the assembling and forsaking the partaking of the Lord's supper., but they had done nothing to evangelize the island for these three years.

    The church in Aruba is proof that a population more than 90% Roman Catholic can be taught the pure gospel of Jesus Christ.  In 1959, this group of American Christians woke up to their need to evangelize the people of the island. They  invited C. A. Brown of Dalhart, Texas, to work with them as an evangelist. The efforts of this group are an inspiring example of what members of the church who are employed abroad can do, if they will only try.

    The first convert to Christianity among the locals was Antonio “Tony” Semeleer. He attended special Bible lessons in San Nicolaas in 1963. Tony went from being a strong Roman Catholic and an alcoholic to a faithful Christian and a leader of Alcoholics Anonymous. It was the activities of this week in San Nicolaas that produced the dream that later started the church in Tamarijn. Tony continued to meet with the San Nicolaas congregation until 1969. During those six years, he completed several Bible correspondence courses and continued to “grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

   The language spoken among the brethren at San Nicolaas was at that time and now still is English. Bro. Tony felt the need to establish a congregation that would use Aruba’s native tongue, Papiamento. He purchased a small wood frame structure for $400. On August 20, 1969, the Tamarijn Church of Christ began to meet at this building. They continued to grow and had plans to tear down the “little shack” and construct a new classroom building, but estimates for construction were $20,000. Since the brethren did not have this much money, they were not able to start their work. It is important to understand that the government of Aruba owns all the land and simply leases it to the building owner for 99 years. The lessee must improve the land within a certain time frame or lose the land. Well, the brethren procrastinated (due to lack of funds) and lost the land adjacent to the existing little building. They later reapplied for it and, by the grace of God, were once again approved. The government will not take land away from anyone if there is steady improvement being made. Without knowing where the money would come from, these brethren surveyed the land, excavated the area, placed the steel reinforcing rods, and poured the foundations for the building. The members did all of the work themselves, sacrificing their Sunday afternoons to do the construction. It took them ten years to complete this project, but they moved into their new building in 1989. With a rejoicing heart that this job was completed, they then undertook the project of building a new classroom annex. It, too, took them ten years to construct and it was completed in November 2005.

    For the first years of the church at Tamarijn, all the preaching and teaching was done by local men. They would occasionally have a visiting preacher from the U.S.A. In 1982, the church at Tamarijn had its first fulltime preacher, Frank Thornton. He and his wife, Telula, worked with the church for one year. In November 1984, Gary Roeder began working with the congregation. He committed ten years to the work in Aruba. He left in June 1994. In January 1995, the brethren hired their first fulltime “local” preacher, Humphrey Kock, a man who had been taught and baptized by Gary. After his conversion, he had been meeting with some brethren in his home. They referred to themselves as the Aruba Noord congregation. These were all Spanish brethren, from Colombia, Ecuador, and Santo Domingo. Humphrey was given a commitment of a salary from the Tabernacle Church in New Jersey for five years (but later two extra years were added) to work with the Tamarijn congregation. When he started working with the church at Tamarijn, the Aruba Noord congregation disbanded and these brethren joined themselves to the Tamarijn congregation. When the support from New Jersey ended, Humphrey returned to his job at the refinery to support himself and his family. The Tamarijn Church is now without a full-time preacher. Humphrey now shares the preaching duties with other men in the congregation.

    The opportunities and potentialities of work on these Caribbean islands can best be demonstrated by some of the results of the work on Aruba itself. Since 1959, more than 125 people have been baptized. Some have moved away and, sadly, some have fallen back into the world. Today there are two congregations on the island and both churches are working to develop stronger leadership.

     The attitude of the people is good; the language of many is English. The people are available, just waiting for Christians elsewhere to teach them the truth. The numbers are staggering. St. Vincent has a population of 77,000; Grenada has 82,000; St. Lucia, 86,000; Tobago, 34,000; Trinidad, 794,000; Barbados, 232,000. These are but some of the islands. A few churches have been established, but when one considers the population of these islands, there is certainly a need for more teachers, more preachers, and more churches.

   There can be no doubt that the accomplishments on Aruba can be repeated on these islands. There are surely several places in the world ripe for harvest of souls, and the Caribbean is certainly one of those places.

A History of the Lord's Church in Bonaire