Asbury VIM Construction/Water Well mission trip - Entry 7

Jambo,

Greetings to you all in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Well, no pun intended, the "Wet Ones" kicked me off their team today… Not really, but that sounds better than they needed me on the construction team. Today we were back at the church were we worshipped at on Sunday in Gezeloule. Today we were pouring a concrete floor for them. There were many men their working along side of us. It was amazing watching them hand mix almost 5 yards of concrete. The truth is "we" the men, were playing soccer with kids while the men of the village were mixing concrete. We had a blast watching the kids eat the sour Jolly Rancher candy (tum-tum) that I brought for them. I am just guessing but I don’t think they had ever tasted any candy like that before today.

The "Wet Ones" had lots of planning with village leaders to clear paths for the drilling rig to get to the well sight. It is interesting all the villages have community leaders called "Chairman"; it was a chairman that I gave my hat to yesterday.

Everyone is very pleased with the amount of work both teams are able to accomplish in the short amount of time we are here.

On the interesting side we had a bat flying around in the dining hall this evening while we were eating. We also had a famous artist (wood carver) bring some of his goods in for a private showing and sale. I was able to get some great stuff at a great price.

We had a wonderful Devotion tonight. We all talked about our families in depth. It was an assignment I gave the group so we could get to know each other on a more personal level. Then we spent about an hour talking about Matthew 25 (the least of these). We had a great discussion.

Again, I just can’t begin to tell you all what you are missing out on by not being involved in missions. For those of you who participate in mission trips I am just wetting your appetite, preparing, and encouraging you for your next great adventure; whether it be across town or across the globe.

In His Grip,
Glen