The week has been a grand one, a little rain, a little sun
and lots of ministry.
  Perhaps one of the
greatest matters of the place we are staying is the gardening that our dear
national fellow is doing on the grounds.
 
The homestead we make our berth at is lackluster in comparison to
anything at home, however, as of late; it is quickly becoming a floral
palace.
  I would not doubt but what
Solomon’s Gardens shall soon pale in comparison to this lush expanse.
  In reality it is not anywhere close but for
what we dwell in, it is the world.

I had the privilege of addressing one of the classes at the

African
Bible
College
last night.
  It is amazing their
incorporation of Western visitors into their midst.
  In talking with the one who runs the

Bible
College,
he told me to come and be ready.
  I asked
him what he would like me to speak on as I knew they were going through some
manner of course material.
  He refused to
tell me and just said to come ready to talk about anything.

Ergo, I arrived in hopes of talking about the incarnation of
Jesus Christ as the Word made flesh along with the anointing of the Holy Spirit
on His life.
  We were going well until
one of the members of the class said he thought I was referring to the Holy
Spirit too much as “power” and not enough as a person.
  I assured him that I knew of both comprising
the incarnation of Jesus Christ but he obviously thought otherwise.
  We spent the remainder of the class with him
throwing out random verses referring to the Holy Spirit and ended with a
comparison to a match in a box.
  I still
don’t know what the match in the box referred to, nor did I ever determine what
material the class was actually supposed to be going through.

The humorous time ended with me heading back through the
post-fasting Muslim crowds amidst the latter evenings of Ramadan to the seeming
lush gardens of

Karanja Road.
  I am supposed to show up to the classes twice
per week and intend on the matter but know little more than of my arrival.

Just by way of information, I shall have you know that
no mice have plagued the premises since the last one that served as an example
for the others.
  The mice threat has thus
been downgraded from red to somewhat of a pastel rose