I’ve just been going and going with hardly any time to write. I’m on the bus now, on my way to a township.
Thursday was more drama training and judging; we passed the judging. Yesterday, we went to the poor, or rich to some, township around Johannesburg. We performed the drama four times. I led about seven adults and 100 kids to the Lord. And that was just me.
On two ministry sites, I took all the boys over to one side to talk to them. They began chanting and shouting my name as we walked. I told them about Jesus. They were so excited with the largest smiles. “Tell me about Jesus!” they shouted!
They all accepted the Lord as their savior. I gave them little booklets to read and one kid started reading it out loud to everyone else. They were all quiet and listened intently. That happened twice at two different places.
Afterwards, an older guy came up to me and said, “I’m glad you are here. My life is only about drinking and drugs, and it is getting me no where. I don’t want to do that anymore.”
He is a Christian now. His name is Sylvester.
I cried and cried on the bus ride home. All those little boys hugged me and kissed my cheeks. I found myself wanting to move here, just so I can teach them the ways of the Lord? Who is going to be there for them in the future?
Oh God!
You are great, you do miracles so great, there is no one like you Lord.
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