My log starts towards the end of the day.  I was working on the Leadership program when the sound of drums called me to the Drum/Dance club of MCF Ndalani.  Pictured is a still shot out of the video I made.   Watching African young people dance to the sound of African drums is always a mystical moment.  The rhythm of the drums, the voices of African language singing to the beat, all which drives the frenzied dance of these brilliant young people whose lives have been restored from desperate poverty is mesmerizing.  I stayed until they closed their workout with prayer and headed back to my cabin.  

I was contemplating the deckhead when I heard the very unique sound of the MCF choir called Mission.  Something in their joyful singing told my intuition that Dr. Charles and Mama Esther had returned and sure enough he was talking to Anglea.  Our reunion was joyful and heartfelt.  Mission choir started a second piece.  Dr. Charles and I sat with the choir performing for about 40 minutes.  He was so glad to be back home and the children of the choir sang with a real passion and joy, inspired clearly by the presence of their beloved Dad, back from Nairobi where he had been resting and seeing doctors.  He looked and sounded as strong as ever.  My own heart filled with a joy as my eyes teared up at this reunion.

Listening the choir singing our old favorites, sitting beside my friend who genuinely sees me as a brother was a mystical moment when I felt one with the family, connected closely to my brother Charles, and filled completely with the unique harmonies of Christian hymns.  Truly, MCF Ndalani is one of the thin places on the world where the skin between heaven and earth is thinner and God's will as it is in heaven leaks through to this broken planet.  And of course, God knows how broken is the planet.