Every evening after our personal evangelism we would host a crusade in the center of the village. This area where we were was also the trash dump. There were pile of garbage around us that were on fire and smoldering. We were walking on garbage. The worst part was seeing the children running around barefoot on garbage. Drugs and alcohol are prevalent in Bulanga so more than once we saw broken glass and syringes.
Not many people would be around at the start of the crusade but once the music began the area filled with all kinds of people. This is my friend Steve (who was "borrowing" my camera)beginning the event.
Brenda kneels down to talk to a child.
Hands raised in worship.
No matter where we went or what was going on, there were always groups of children staring a you. We were called Muzungu's - White people.
Here we are trying to listen to the preacher...the interpreter was no help.
The hands of those who had gone forward to give their lives to Christ. There were about 150 over the course of the week.
Kim and Lori "blending in".
One part of the gathering crowd.
As exhausting as this part of the trip was, we were so amazed to see God break down walls in the heart of the people. People from all walks of life surrendered their lives. It never got old for me. I was always ready to go again.
Brenda kneels down to talk to a child.
Hands raised in worship.
No matter where we went or what was going on, there were always groups of children staring a you. We were called Muzungu's - White people.Here we are trying to listen to the preacher...the interpreter was no help.
The hands of those who had gone forward to give their lives to Christ. There were about 150 over the course of the week.
Kim and Lori "blending in".
One part of the gathering crowd.
As exhausting as this part of the trip was, we were so amazed to see God break down walls in the heart of the people. People from all walks of life surrendered their lives. It never got old for me. I was always ready to go again.
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