This is my first blog posting on my trip in
Despite the meager appearance of this place, the verse “that where three or more have gathered there [God] shall be” never rang truer. I cannot describe the absolute joy I felt the entire time I was there, from the time I was greeted in Tongan (their local language) song, to our dismissal by circling the church and having all members in attendance shake each others hand in Zambian style (which is much easier to show rather than describe). What delighted me most was that we somehow fit 100 or so individuals in this place! There was no room to even breathe! I could only think how wonderful it was that so many craved the word of God.
Afterwards we traveled back to the village where they had prepared a traditional meal (rice, chicken, and cabbage) and had their village band play us some beautiful music on their makeshift instruments. All of the local children gathered around the band and danced in a circle. It’s amazing how even the children of this country have more rhythm than those that get paid to teach it in our country…
My first taste of the clinic came on Tuesday. All I can say is I’m not in the States anymore. I was taken back how much they can do with absolutely nothing! The people having a prescription for Amoxil (a very common antibiotic) had to be dispensed Chloramphenachol instead!!! For those that don’t know, in the
I wish I could say the pharmacy was the only department in need, but it didn’t stop there. The triage station (that they called the OPD, or Out Patient Department) took the vital signs of each patient wanting to see the clinical officer (
God has certainly led me to a country of his people great in need. I can only pray that I can be his humble servant and give back the blessing that God has bestowed me to his children he so dearly loves.