Family & Friends,

I’m not gifted as an evangelist, but I looked forward to our two day Good News Festival among the 5,000 in Kageyo who were forced into Rwanda two years ago.  The government asked Africa New Life to take care of them.  When they agreed, God showed up.  We saw 800 students in a newly built school that feeds each student a days worth in a big bowl.  We saw the new church building that has 300 each Sunday.  We saw that newly built stage we financed.  The stage was the least impressive, but it did hold weight.  The African leaders expected 1,000 people each night.  I was surprised to learn that I would be the main speaker the first night.  I had no evangelistic message prepared, but the next few early mornings were spent in Luke 15, the Prodigal Son.  I was not sure what was appropriate wear in the African heat, but I feared that it might be a loin cloth and a nose ring.  To my surprise, African culture required that I wear a long-sleeved dress shirt and tie!  If this seems stuffy, try it after 30 minutes of vigorous worship dance.  You heard right.  The old guy with the full hip replacement was trying to praise God in dance, or at least vigorous body movement.  The moment came for the message.  My translator and I stepped up before 1,000 beautiful faces.  God knew them by name and wanted to them to hear good news.  The conclusion will come in the next Friesen Fortnightly.

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