Saturday morning we attended the baptisms of a woman named Kathi and her daughter Ange. Elder Kapata (the zone leader we have worked with for the past 7 months) had asked us to come to one of the missionary discussions with Kathi and Ange, so we had the opportunity to take part in the discussion with them. That was a blessing, and I have Elder Kapata to thank for that blessing.
The next day Kathi asked us to come to her house for a celebration of her baptism. She held the celebration outside in her shared, dirt courtyard. There were about 15 of us sitting on plastic chairs in a circle. We received the traditional Fanta, but then Kathi started bringing out plates heaping with rice and with one piece of tough beef. The rice had an onion sauce on it that was really tasty.
|Gary with his plate of food.|
|The elders enjoying the gathering to celebrate the baptisms.|
We were sitting outside, the evening air was pleasant. Dusk came, and the nightly flight of the bats was passing overhead. It hit me again how good it is to be here and gratitude again filled my heart. I think these last couple of days were given to me as a store against the days of frustration and difficulty.