I don’t yet know how many ‘parts’ this saga will have. But I’m glad I’m taking the time to document much of what is going on. I wish I would or could do the same for everything that goes on.
After 5 days of workshops and discipleship, the seminar finally arrived. Youth coming in to Maradi from 17 different villages. There weren’t as many as were at the Niamey rally because many of them had school on Saturday. But there was a good group – about 120.
The meeting started with the ‘GO’ drama being performed by the TTC and Vie Abondante team together. It was awesome! Here they are outside the church, waiting to make their appearance.
Neal and Scott explaining the drama .
More drama – the Gospel preached without words.
Josiah brought the message at the first meeting – identity – knowing who you are in Christ.
What one puts on, one must take off. Not an easy (or painless) job.
Several of our pastors came to support the event.
As can be seen, it wasn’t just youth that came. There were several children that enjoyed the meetings as well.
As promised, here’s a picture of Scott in his dress.
It was Emily’s turn to preach for the evening session.
Then some more dramas. The Sin Chair
The Vie Abondante team ministering. So proud of them! And the crowd loved to see their peers doing this stuff!
See our proud TTC members giving cues and taking pictures from the back.
Neal and Pastor Hasimu closing the program.
This would be as good of place as any to interrupt myself and the chronological writing style of these posts…
I mentioned a few posts back that the heat was returning in it’s true form. That was on Thursday. But then the dust rolled in and cooled things way down again. I didn’t live during the Oklahoma and Texas dustbowl days, but this may have rivaled what it was like. And it was as dusty inside as it was out, since the glass on the windows are louvres, and they don’t really close. Even if they did, this fine (and by fine I don’t mean lovely) dust would find it’s way in. We would wipe tables and counters down so we could eat/write/work etc. Only to find that an hour later part of the lovely Sahara Desert had sifted it’s way into our living quarters.
This is the countertop 1 hour after being cleaned. So much for dusting once a week!
Here’s what it looked like outside. That’s not fog, it’s dust.
But the dust cover did keep things cooler. So for a change I wasn’t desperate for a shower because I was hot and sweaty, but because I was filthy dirty. At any rate, this cool weather was a distinct difference for March. And that’s been nice, because even though hot season started, it kind of stopped for a bit – which gives it sort of a delayed start. That makes it shorter. And that’s a very good thing.
It took most of today to upload these videos so I want to post them here. Pictures are great, but the sights and sounds of video – well, those are even greater. Now someone needs to invent a media to communicate smells too…
This first one was the beginning of one of the workshop sessions. Praise and worship. We’re singing about being a soldier of Jesus – I’ll testify of Jesus wherever I go – No one will hinder me – Because I am a soldier of Jesus. As you can see, understanding the language was not a requirement to be involved.
This next video is more praise. In the beginning they are reminding the devil that he has no power – sin has no power – sickness has no power. BUT – Jesus is all power. You’ll have no trouble seeing when that part of the song starts.
And finally, the well. The team is doing a drama at the well to ‘advertise’ our meeting that would soon take place. Here we see how sin separates us from God. After this, I got into quite a discussion with the women at the well – but I’ll save that for another blog post.
That’s it for now, but next up is Saturday, Sunday, our journey back to Niamey, and the team’s departure. At the moment of this writing, they are somewhere in the air between Paris and the US. Miss you guys!