while we joined the children gathering in one small classroom. They were packed in close, for space is limited. They listened quiet and wide eyed to the story of Jesus calming the storm, rescuing his friends and disciples who were certain they were perishing. When asked who wanted Jesus to be their best friend, hands all over the room flew straight up into the air.
The trip to Chibanga village was slow over rutted and barely accessible roads, arriving later than we intended, both work and ministry began again.
Another school, desperately needing more classrooms and teachers, filled with young hearts who listened well.
The bore hole here hadn't functioned for more than a month, forcing a long trek to the stream to haul water. Our worker not only skilfully solved the problem, but taught those helping him with a quiet patience rarely seen.
As the children prayed and surrendered their lives to Jesus, living water filled the overcrowded classroom. They moved out with joy to scatter across the soccer field.
Close to sunset, the new pipes were set in the Chibanga bore hole. Almost afraid nothing would happen, the pump handle was moved, up and down numerous times until water flowed freely.
Packing up in the settling darkness, we rejoiced in another day of allowing ourselves to be Jesus in flesh, loving as He loves.
And He said to them, Why are you timid and afraid, O you of little faith?
Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea,
and there was a great and wonderful calm (a perfect peaceableness).