29 Mar 2025

Saturday, the day I slept past 7.30 and ate a leisurely breakfast around 0900.  I looked at the news, (bad idea).  Then even paid the bills using this very laptop.  It is hard to comprehend how easy it was to look after the household business all this time!

A stroll to stretch my legs took me through both campuses, collecting a few things I needed for tomorrow's sermon.  Lunch break already!  Then a second stroll, caught up with several students whom I have known for many years now.  Regrets at the end of my time, but with the real hope we will meet again.  It is the African way to focus not on the lamentations of the departure, but the hope that it raises at meeting again.

Since the Mully immediate family is not around, I thought it prudent to write up a few reports about my relatively small contribution this year to this the largest family in the world.  And so I spent the afternoon writing up my reports, leaving a record behind for the consideration of MCF leadership.

Walking around again after most of the day was done, I took this photo of about 200 young teens glued to the TV.  Somethings are the same across the globe.  Solidarities even in this activity.  I really liked that student in yellow stretched out half asleep in front of the TV.  Maybe a child of mine 30 years ago and even maybe my grandchild today?

I finished the day off with Saturday devotions, where I reflected on humility and gratitude:  sensations close to my skin this evening.   

Then in the dark African night cloaked by the soft touch of the treed campus under a patch of black sky where Jupiter and a twinkling star peered down at me, I listened to the final song of the Mission Choir rehearsal.  It was so dark that at 25 feet only the outline of the 60 Africans swaying to their music was visible.  Yet the sensation of being one with them in music, movement, praise and faith shone with a clear, even I dare say, divine light.  Sixty nights later and it never grows old.