The weekend

The weekends can be tricky here when you don't know what to do with yourself. No house cleaning, no yard work, no baseball to see, no football to watch, so what to do? Saturday was hot and I say hot I mean Africa hot. We need a couple food items do I had the brilliant idea to walk tot he grocery store. I don't know why I showered before we left, 50 ft. from the house I was in a full sweat. With the road contruction along our route, dirt was heavy in the air and my sweaty bald head provided a nice place for the dirt to land. Oh well...Walking to the store means that once again we play human frogger on the blvd. If you lose here, you are probobly dead or atleast not walking away. Suffice to say we have won all three games of frogger. Here, don't expect a driver to stop, because 99 out of 100 will not stop, so don't guess that one van bearing down on you is that 1! Barry and Anja continue to be amazing hosts. They are a joy to be around and Barry is contiunually teaching me the finer points of rugy and cricket and I explain to him baseball. I think baseball sounds as confusing to him and the others do to me. Sunday morning I awoke to Barry watching the ruby world cup game of South Afirca vs Australia. Barry is South African and there was no doubt who he was rooting for. Unfortunatly for Baryy SA lost a close game. (Typed Monday, posted Tuesday due to lack of internet connection) Enock and I went with Barry and Anja to the Kinbanseke 3 corp(church). Still in Kinshasa, it was and 1.5 hour drive that felt like we were in the bush. The corps building was made out of sticks for support and palm branches for a roof that wasn't totally covered yet. Service was filled with music and a high light for me was the mens choir singing "Sweet Low Sweet Chariot" in English. Barry used the parables in Luke 15 to share a message on the size of God's love for us. That He will allow us to wander off, but He will be waiting, looking, watching for us to come back and when we do, HE runs to use and fully accepts us! What love! How deep the fathers love for us, so vast beyond all measure... We had a Cogolese lunch after the service at the Corps Officer's (pastor) house which was right next to the corps building. I told Enock to enjoy the food because it would be the last time he had Congolese food for a while. He passed on the cassava but took care of the fish...fish head and part of the body. He asked me if we had fish in California, yes but not like that in our house. Our journey to church got us back home about 4pm and we spent the rest of the day relaxing. Enock expecieced crepes and jello for first time liking the crepes more that the jello. It now Monday morning and Francis is here to hang out. I think we are going down to the river today. I will try to upload pictures to the blog later today. Please continue to pray for Enocks visa, we are schedule to leave on Sunday. Grace and Peace, Michael & Enock.