The week has been a grand one, a little rain, a little sun and lots of ministry. Perhaps one of the greatest matters of the place we are staying is the gardening that our dear national fellow is doing on the grounds. The homestead we make our berth at is lackluster in comparison to anything at home, however, as of late; it is quickly becoming a floral palace. I would not doubt but what Solomon’s Gardens shall soon pale in comparison to this lush expanse. In reality it is not anywhere close but for what we dwell in, it is the world.
I had the privilege of addressing one of the classes at the African Bible College last night. It is amazing their incorporation of Western visitors into their midst. In talking with the one who runs the Bible College, he told me to come and be ready. I asked him what he would like me to speak on as I knew they were going through some manner of course material. He refused to tell me and just said to come ready to talk about anything.
Ergo, I arrived in hopes of talking about the incarnation of Jesus Christ as the Word made flesh along with the anointing of the Holy Spirit on His life. We were going well until one of the members of the class said he thought I was referring to the Holy Spirit too much as “power” and not enough as a person. I assured him that I knew of both comprising the incarnation of Jesus Christ but he obviously thought otherwise. We spent the remainder of the class with him throwing out random verses referring to the Holy Spirit and ended with a comparison to a match in a box. I still don’t know what the match in the box referred to, nor did I ever determine what material the class was actually supposed to be going through.
The humorous time ended with me heading back through the post-fasting Muslim crowds amidst the latter evenings of Ramadan to the seeming lush gardens of Karanja Road. I am supposed to show up to the classes twice per week and intend on the matter but know little more than of my arrival.
Just by way of information, I shall have you know that no mice have plagued the premises since the last one that served as an example for the others. The mice threat has thus been downgraded from red to somewhat of a pastel rose color.
I had the privilege of addressing one of the classes at the African Bible College last night. It is amazing their incorporation of Western visitors into their midst. In talking with the one who runs the Bible College, he told me to come and be ready. I asked him what he would like me to speak on as I knew they were going through some manner of course material. He refused to tell me and just said to come ready to talk about anything.
Ergo, I arrived in hopes of talking about the incarnation of Jesus Christ as the Word made flesh along with the anointing of the Holy Spirit on His life. We were going well until one of the members of the class said he thought I was referring to the Holy Spirit too much as “power” and not enough as a person. I assured him that I knew of both comprising the incarnation of Jesus Christ but he obviously thought otherwise. We spent the remainder of the class with him throwing out random verses referring to the Holy Spirit and ended with a comparison to a match in a box. I still don’t know what the match in the box referred to, nor did I ever determine what material the class was actually supposed to be going through.
The humorous time ended with me heading back through the post-fasting Muslim crowds amidst the latter evenings of Ramadan to the seeming lush gardens of Karanja Road. I am supposed to show up to the classes twice per week and intend on the matter but know little more than of my arrival.
Just by way of information, I shall have you know that no mice have plagued the premises since the last one that served as an example for the others. The mice threat has thus been downgraded from red to somewhat of a pastel rose color.
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