It’s August! I think today was the day my parents were moving to Florida.
We are leaving Swaziland today. I’ve really enjoyed it. The mountains are huge, there are monkeys everywhere, and cows roam the streets like dogs. I guess they don’t believe in the idea of fenced in pastures.
On Thursday, John and Paul and I went for a walk in the wilderness. We found tons of waterfalls. Yesterday, we went to a church service at a little hut with no electricity. It was about half the size of this bus. It made me appreciate so much. I’ve been in huge churches with so much modern technology, but the praise and worship was in no way pleasing to the Lord. But last night, these African Christians sang their heart out to God. They had nothing, but they gave everything.
After the service, the guys went out to eat at a place called Spurs. It was super yummy! Our waitress’ name was Alice and as I sat there, I realized how strange it all was. I was in Mbabane, Swaziland, eating with a West Virginian who plays drums for Acquire the Fire, an Alabaman who is related to Gomer Pyle, a college student from Arizona, a 13-year-old from Texas, an Italian from New Jersey, and a Michigan kid. And each of them knew nothing about the previous 21 years of my life. Yet, none of it mattered, for we had Jesus in common.
I have only five days left.
I wonder if I’ll ever come here again.