Got home last night to begin the process of re-adjustment and reflection. Every part of me wants to be back in Jandira today, labouring with muzungos and laughing with africans. It's always a downer coming home but more than ever before I feel that these teams have left with a sense of achievment, purpose and hope.
Five teachers now have somewhere they can really call a home. A kitchen will soon be finished so that the 250 children who attended school all day without eating can now have food. Many people were treated in a clinic. The children have learnt new games and have new sports gear. Relationships have been built that are lasting rather than momentary.
This is the reason for my excitment. It was not a 'hit-and-run' team. God brought us to this place 20 minutes down a narrow, dusty road. To the outback of Africa. In this place we have met a man of God and a community shining on a hill. Our task now is to determine how best to support, develop and sustain work within this community all year round.
All the above counts as nothing compared to what they have imparted to us. Africa reveals more of the soul, more of Jesus than we could ever bring to Africa.
The part of our soul that has been exchanged for extravagance is unveiled in Africa.