We took a longer trip today; the village name is Simniboma. This congregation is as far south as we visit. I’m just thankful for the good road that we are able to travel on for the majority of the trip. On the way we picked up Brother Francis and another man. Francis periodically visits this congregation so we like to take him along with us. The other man got out at another village on the main road. We stopped about 5 miles from our destination and picked up Brother Samuel, an evangelist that graduated from the same school as Timothy and Francis, along with his wife and kids.
I was relieved to know that though we were running a little late the church members were also late in coming. The congregation was pleased with the gifts that we brought them; especially the metal communion table. I was asked to preach about Noah and how God directed him to build the ark. There were over 50 children present and everybody likes to hear about the ark and flood! Timothy always does a good job interpreting.
While I was preaching I noticed Brother Samuel’s child was sleeping and Bro. Francis took the child from him and laid him in the back seat of the pickup. After services we found out the little guy was sick. Kandie and I were not happy campers due to the chance the child has Covid. I had brought a spray bottle of alcohol so I sprayed down the back seat before anyone got in. Since there is no testing no one knows who has the Covid or just catarrh (common cold).
The church meets in a pavilion with a dirt/gravel floor. During the Lord’s Supper I looked down at Kandie’s plastic chair leg and the foot of the chair was covered with black ants. The chair leg was almost sitting on top of their hole in the ground. Most ants around here have a bad bite so I motioned to Kandie to move her chair.
During the question and answer period after services I answer bible questions as well as educating the brethren about medical if they ask. I had talked about the Covid virus and the vaccines that are starting to become available. They had the same concerns about infertility and being a human magnet. Once again I gave them physical proof that I wasn’t becoming a human magnet.
Later this afternoon we went into Yendi to retrieve the rest of the bicycles. Today is the ending of the Damba Festival and there were more people in town than lice on a hen’s roost; homemade guns are blasting everywhere and the streets are filled with people and dignitaries.
Thanks for your continued support of the work. We hope you had a good day. May God bless!
In His service,
Stephen and Kandie Taylor
