The Weekend

Saturday we had leadership training meetings. We didn't have to prepare as Bro. James from Nairobi came and talked about materials, supplies, transport and such. Then we had a baptism.

It rained as we were waiting for the second baptismal candidate to emerge and then we were waiting for the rain to abate, so Elder Hays hung out in the font. He said it was the coolest he'd been since he came on his mission.

As we had just planted some bogunvillia, I was glad for the rain, just not the timing.

Sunday's full agenda was punctuated by a lost child. An investigator had come from about 30 km away and brought his little 5 year old daughter. Somehow in the midst of Primary letting out-- even though they directed them upstairs to the parents-- she disappeared. There was much searching, calling, checking homes of the girls she'd befriended in class. No results. Tom headed to the police with father and others. It was the tender mercies of the Lord and prayer that found her. I was impressed to ask someone to talk to our neighbor (who doesn't speak English) to see if she'd seen the child. She had not, but as she was walking down another road she overheard talk of a lost child. "I know people looking for a lost child!" she said. And the little girl was found. Two and a half hours. A city of a quarter of a million. And a found child. That's a miracle!

I have had an enjoyable time getting to know Sis. Jameson in the Congo through emails and her blog. She's the one with the Giant story. I linked her blog to our blog. It's the one with the french name. Hmm. Must be because that's what they speak in the Congo.