The musings of a megalomaniac

Down fall of a nation

2009-07-05T13:17:00.001-06:00

It is a little known fact that papaya is the leading cause for heart attacks in north America, this was discovered by a doctor of a small town in Alberta called Red dear.

Why must we continue?

2009-04-19T19:37:00.003-06:00

*knock knock knock* a woman in her mid 40's answers the door takes one look at me and snarls "Were not interested!" "Woe woe woe!" I quickly respond before she can fully shut the door on me "You don't even know what I'm here for and your going to shut the door on me?" she glares at me, so I take this as an invitation, "Hi! I'm Wezley, I'm with Youth in Action, Your husband requested a free Final Events DVD (I hand it to her) and I wa..." I'll give it to him" she says curtly as she dismisses me with the closing of her door.

*Sigh* I've been bible working full time since I think around 2007, and before that I have been going door to door since '03 which is when I attended my first Youth For Jesus program (briefly after I became an Adventist). Yet the feeling of "Why even bother" seems to never go away when the large majority of houses that you go to are in no way interested in the bible. "Isn't there something more productive that I could be spending my time on?" I at times ask myself on days like today. I'm all but naturally "out going" and always feel terribly out of place and awkward going door to door knowing that everyone is just dreading for me to get to their house, and even not so infrequently seeing them go inside just before I get to their door and pretend like they are not home. Or the agony of just before I get out of my car to go and visit someone who I have never met before and in all reality who I will be disrupting their busy schedule. Walking up those steps... knocking on the door...and starting all over again. "What are you doing Wezley?" goes through my mind as I walk back down those stairs and get into my vehicle to go to the next person on my list.

Then I kick myself, and I do a psychological body slam to my pity party and I remind myself of all the fantastic people who I have met bible working, doing all this stuff that I despise doing.

Jack, I met him knocking on a random door one day nearing the end of the day in Louisville, KY. He answered his door, looked at me rather suspiciously and I went right into my survey. Months later this ex-prison inmate. Hard core tattooed, manly man was on his knees with me bawling as we studied salvation and he was praying asking God to forgive him.

Norm and Adella, a 10 and 12 year old. I to met them door to door. Their mom was raised an Adventist but since has fallen away. I met them a few weeks ago and they came to church with me for the first time this last Sabbath and fell in love with it. They will be bringing their mom back next Saturday for church!

Jeff, An alcoholic and his wife whom I met doing visitations. He came to me in a drunken stupor asking me for money, I said no and I sat with him that day for hours talking to him and his wife. We studied many times in just a month or two, and they stopped smoking and drinking because of what they learned in the bible.

I could go on and on about the people that I have met door to door, young and old, tall and short, from a black women in the projects to a Muslim family in a mansion. As I think of how much I don't like doing some of the things that it takes for me to meet these people i remind myself that if I don't go out to find these people when who will? Yes, I will meet so many people who are not interested in the least to learn about God, but yes, I trust that God will once again show me those few precious people who He would have me reach. I then remember that I have the best job in the world, its not bible working, but I'm a servant of God. If you haven't done something for God that takes you out of your comfort zone, whats stopping you from reaching those whom God would have you reach?

"This generation is the only generation that can reach this generation"

Can one man make a differance?

2009-04-09T09:01:00.006-06:00

This is what kept going through my head one day as I was sitting with a group of Canadians talking, trying to understand what the meaning of their odd grunts of "eh" was. "This is to much for me to change" I again thought while driving down the road needing to go in the other direction, yet... not being able to do a legal "U" turn here in Canada. And then, the point that comes in everyone's life, the point that separates the boys from the men. i kept quoting and re-quoting 1 Cor 13:11 "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." It all started like this.

I was going shopping for the first time with my friend Diana (the other bible worker) and we were heading inside of the store, so I turned to her and our conversation went something like this

Me: "should I run a pick up a shopping cart?"

Her: "no, we don't have any change for it"

Me: "huh?"

Her: "You have to rent the carts here"

Me: "WHAT???"

Her: "yeah, it motivates people to not steal them"

Me: "WHAT????"

Her: "......."

Me: "that's absolutely barbaric! I thought that Canada was a free country, one of the wealthiest in the world... yet they can't manage to splurge on free use of shopping carts?"

Her: "........"

Me: "your telling me you don't have an issue with this?!"

Her: "umm... no"

So I sigh for this poor girl who has been living in this primitive state for most of her life, and hope that one day it will change for the poor peoplevof Canada, thinking "one day, ah yes, one day my Canadian brothers and sisters" If that would have been the end of the story it probably wouldn't have caused the shift in my paradigm. But alas, this is it. We finished all of our shopping and were going to the check out line, Diana exclaims with fear in her eyes "oh no! I forgot the bags!" I was thinking "boy, good for her, trying to go green." We get to the check out line and it happens... the women snarls at us diabolically "DO...YOU...HAVE....BAAAAGSSS?" I see everyone in site cringe in fright. "n...no" and then the most absurd words I have ever heard came out of the womens mouth. "then you must buy our cheap flimsy plastic bags that will fall appart on you by the time you get home BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" (oh... did I mention that i had to also bag my stuff myself???) I started to argue.
Me: "excuse me? did you say we have to by the bags?"
Her: "yes! (think the soup Nazi, if you have seen Seinfeld")
Me: "umm... do I even get to choose paper or plastic?"
Her: "NOOOOO!!! you get plastic"

This went on for a bit and I ended up giving up the argument, a whole country against one enlightened American, what could I do? "The country is to primitive" I thought, there are to many things wrong here, Taco bell is almost 3 time the price here. Pedestrians can just walk out and cross the street and If I hit them its my fault for them walking in front of a moving vehicle! the list goes on and on. But I woke up this morning and I reading through the book of Joshua and all the great things he did, I have decided something important! "YES I CAN! one man can make a difference! I will show these poor deprived Canadians the American way, free them of this bondage of ape like living, YES I CAN! And so can you! I am encuraging all people from the states who are living in Canada not to conform to the Canadian way, don't say "zed" be proud and say "Z". Do U turns whenever there is not a sign says otherwise, and yes fight for free bags!!!! YES WE CAN!

Disclaimer: some parts of this story may or may not have been largely exaggerated for emphases.

Disclaimer #2: the use of this video in no way supports my political veiws.... since I don't have any, it was just a fitting video for my post.

Snowy day in the west

2009-04-09T08:59:00.001-06:00

"Wait a minute" I thought to myself, "Am I even on the road?" BUMP BUP BUMP "GAAHH!!" *swerves to the right* "huh, guess not." This is what I went through for most of the trip from Albuquerque, NM to Edmonton, AB. the west was having a record blizard... And I decided to drive through it! I remember at one such moment I was going through a "white out" I was going about 25mph and not looking in front of me because I couldnt see more then a foot that way,but rather had my head looking to the left through my side window following the white line to try to stay on the
road. So I was going and suddenly I realize that one again I was on my way off the cliff, so I do a sudden jerk of the wheel to the left and start "fish tailing" back and forth till I do several 360's and find myself on the other side (the
side (without the long fall down) Praise God I have a 4-wheel drive vehical! I got out and started again on my slow journey to Canada. I am here now and am VERY excited to work here, I have got a few studies ad am looking forward
to getting many more! I hope all is well with all and God bless. Till next time
-Wezley

The hiatus

2009-03-23T16:28:00.004-06:00

Well, Thus is the beginning of a new adventure in the life of Wezley. I didn't have much motivation to start re-start up a blog (well... mostly because I'm not a huge fan of writing) but after several conversations with a friend he motivated me so I decided to give it another shot.

Well, I suppose that I'll simply start off with a short explanation of the title.
"Megalomania" is a "A psychopathological condition in which delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence predominate." (according to dictionary.com) Well... thats not the reason that I chose the word (though I'm sure that some may think it accurate!) It is for the second definition that dictionary.com gives that I chose it "An obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions." As a servant of the most high God I feel it a duty to accomplish great things in my life. And I believe such should be the goal of all those who follow Him. The problem that some might have with this is that it may seem that I'm looking for "glory" or to be some type of "hero". But that is not so. The act of wanting to do grand things I believe is a righteous goal. In Matthew 5:16 we are told "Let your light so shine before men that they see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." The question becomes "what is a grand act?" Well... Anything that give glory to God!

With that aside, I'm happy that I have been given the opportunity to move to Canada to bible work! I got all my paper work on Friday, got a vehicle And God willing will be heading out for the LOOONG and lonely 26hr trip to Edmonton, AB tomorrow! So with that I will bid all of my American friends tahtah and to all of my Canadian friends a big howdy! I'll post next when I get up to Canada. Keep my driving in prayers if thought of. Blessings
-Wezley Espinoza

All done with it :(

2008-06-09T12:52:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm through with Congo. I finished my 6months and am back in the states as of Wednesday. Its a little sad to have left, but at the same time I'm looking forward to my next adventure (wherever that may be) but I thought that I would post some pictures of Africa as a final post to my blogging days. so here are some pictures.

Keith and I in Ethiopia late at night on our way to our hotel.

$24 box of corn flakes... Didn't have a clue to the price when we asked for them, big mistake.

The Congo exchange rate.

A fellow American that we met.

Umm... oops

This can't be good.

Sabbath morning

Me working hard doing PA for the effort.

arrested by the UN... no, but that would have been a great story if we did :p

Training local missionaries...

Through pastor Mtenzi.

Taking those missionaries to there mission fields.

Hmmm, food.

Ooh... squishy.

Well... here go's nothing.

Down the Congo river!

With Joshua and Emanuel

Orphans

Ze' Catholics

Baptisms! There were over 50 that day!

Monkeying around.

My Friend.

Preacha' boy.

And Again.

ASI Lay-Evangelist DVD training (wow thats a mouthful)

African church is interactive at times.

A very gifted speaker. Pastor Mtenzi.

This man had cancer.

Forest!

Going to preach on the other side.

farewell dinner

And even a cake!

Umm... Keith

Good bye Congo!

A mustard seed eh...

2008-04-16T09:48:00.000-06:00

Last week I had one of those light bulb moments, that kind of time that you just stop and have a big “OOHHH” moment. I was reading through Numbers where Moses sends out the 12 spies to check out the promise land. The paragraph that I read about that section of the bible was the cause for the “oh” moment. What it said was simply this. “ Caleb didn’t have great faith in God, He had faith in a great God” suddenly it hit me, “faith as a mustard seed”! it makes sense! Faith as a mustard seed actually makes sense! I feel a bit stupid admitting to this, but honestly that verse in Mathew never made sense to me. Yes, after 4 years of Youth for Jesus training (one month a year), after going through most of Witness for Life which included ARISE, after a year of bible working, yes even after teaching how to bible work, now teaching the bible here in Africa, after being a Christian for about 5 years, that verse just didn’t click with my mind. But it has finally become senseacal to me. Lets put it this way, if you have infinity and you divide it in half how much of that infinity is left? Well… infinity is still left. You can’t divide infinity and get anything less then infinity, it’s a mathematical and philosophical impossibility. When you divide infinity by anything the end result will still always be infinity! So, if you have an infinitesimal faith in an infinite God, even say as a mustard seed, as long as that faith is in a Great and infinite God that faith is still adequate, to say the least! When we take the burden of needing to have some mighty and impressive faith off of us, and we put the burden of being mighty and impressive on the One who already is, it just makes so much more sense. God doesn’t call us to have great faith, rather He calls us to have faith that He is great! Faith as a mustard seed!

And Jesus said to them, Because of your unbelief: for truly I say to you, If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you shall say to this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you. Mathew 17:20

Death burial and Resurrection

2008-04-16T09:44:00.000-06:00

There we were, at the river getting ready to start the baptisms, the pastor’s rose their hands and started off with what I assume (but couldn’t understand since it was in Lingala the local language) was “Because soandso loves God and has dedicated her life to Him, I baptize her in the name of the Father, and the Son and in the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen.” And then here comes the best part, the death, burial, and resurrection! Last Sabbath we had the great pleasure of getting to see this 51 times! Out of every experience of working for God, nothing quite beats seeing someone being baptized for me, (except perhaps helping someone except Jesus as there savior and deciding to be baptized, there’s only one word in the English language that can describe it… AMAZING) When we think of baptism and simply watching someone getting dunked under water for a brief minute it all seems a little boring and monotonous, but next time you see it think about it, really think about it. Think about how this persons life has just changed, think about the amazingness of the choice they just made, and yes think how this person has now made the choice to be in the kingdom! From sickness and sorrow to joy and peace, from despair and misery to love and health! Next time you see it, make sure you really see it, see it for what it really is, a new life. These baptisms were after and through Gods greatness an evangelistic meeting. Keith Mosier preached in Swahili and a local pastor named Ongasa translated into Lingala. Every night there were round 2,000 people coming out to listen. And this all took place in the middle of town! We rented out the town center and set up our big horn speakers, and blasted all of the area. We are looking forward to many more baptisms once they finish getting cleared. We have happily planted a new church and CFM’s (Congo Frontline Mission) first plant! We also finished our first lay-training program and have rained over 50 lay-men and woman as local missionaries, God is so good! As soon as CFM gets the land cruiser that we bought about a month and half ago delivered (Congo has VERY slow delivery times) we will be going out to small villages to place them and visit them in their new field of mission. So all in all the time has been very good, the garden that I planted is now starting to grow! But the unfortunate thing is that I’ll never get to taste the food from it. I have 6 more weeks before I come back to the states! Wow, oh how time flies, it seems like just last week that I got here, and now I’m learning the languages (not very good mind you, but I can mostly get around on my own) and instead of getting settled, I’m thinking about packing up and heading back to the states. I’ve been here for about 4 months now, I initially was planning on being here for a year but due to some problems with time I decided on 6 months. But I am ready to go back to school and get that over with so that I can come to the mission field full time. But yes that’s the update on the Congo, God Bless.

Mrs. Wezley Espinoza???

2008-03-19T11:20:00.000-06:00

Yes, thats right, I am now engaged! yes thank you, I take all of your congrats with a bow... only thing is, it was kinda by accident! Its one of those things that tends to happen to me, just to make me feel foolish. This is what happened...

I got back to the house this evening and ate supper, and I had a question I wanted to ask Pastor Mtenzi. He is a man from Tanzania who is here with the mission. He and his wife Jenny are always making fun of Keith and me about us not having a wife yet, so I go up to him and tell him that I think that I may have accidently proposed to a girl at the river, he and Keith find this funny thinking that I'm just joking, oh how wrong they were :p! So I've been painting this HUGE wooden boat on the river that we are going to use to visit the small villages that we cant get to by road. I go there by myself and stay there all day by myself which has proven to be a bit hard considering that I don't know any of their languages! but thats not the point. All day there are large groups of people gathered around me because 1) most of them have never seen a Wazungu (a white man) and 2) if they have seen one they have never seen one work. so needless to say I'm rather popular for once in my life! Well today as with yesterday there were many watotos (children) gathered around me making fun of me; asking me for food and money; and trying to help me paint so I would have to pay them (cuz' natrualy all white guys are SUPER rich!) It was actually really funny, there was this one young man who came to me yesterday who actually spoke some english, he came to me and made small talk, then he got to the point, "Mr. I'm hungry, give me some money," I wasn't angry by no means... I was board out of my mind though so I thought i would have some fun " why do you think I have any money?" I asked him, to which he simply responded "your bag is full of money!" the funny thing was he said it like it was the most obvious truth in the world. of course the white man just walks around with a big bag of cash, duh! you mean you didnt know that??? so I handed him my bag and told him to look through it and whatever money he finds is his! well his eyes just lit up like you wouldnt believe! he quickly searches through my bag and is utterly disappointed to find that there is no money in it. I ask him what made him think that I had money? he just looks at me and so I tell him "you guys are all so funny, you see my skin and you think muzungu = money! not all white men are rich," then I told him if he comes to the states that I'll give money because then I would have some... hope he never takes me up on the offer... anyway, back to the misses. so today there was this girl who came who knew a few english words and was testing them out on me, so after a while of kinda talking to her I got into my bag and showed her a English-French dictionary that I had (note the "had") when I handed it to her so she could look at it she seemed very happy, and she was looking at it very intentively, I thought it was kinda odd but thought nothing about it. Well, a few minutes later there suddenly appeared a whole bunch of middle aged ladies! they gathered around me and started doing what I assume was there idea of a "cat call" and came all smiling and shaking my hand telling me that they would cook for me and would clean my house and this and that, a few of them grabbed my and and tried walking away with me. well I started to suspect that I made a mistake at this point... also the girl was staying real close to me. I started thinking about it and I reasoned "come on Wezley, you just showed her a dictionary, they can't POSSIBLY think anything of it!" then it happened... the dad came! I had met him before but he was rather uninterested in me for the most part, but oh boy how that had changed now! he started asking me all kinds of questions about myself like making sure that I was going to be in the Congo for a long time, what I did in America, how old I was among many other things that I can't remember at the moment. But yes after about 10 minutes of this he seemed satisfied that the fact that I was American was good enough for him, since nothing else could have seemed all that impressive! So he leaves, shortly after the girl leaves after telling me good bye (not giving me my book back and taking it as a gift) after I got done with the story Pastor Mtenzi starts to laugh! he says "Bwana Wezley (thats Mr Wezley) congratulations! your engaged to an African girl." Oh dear oh dear oh dear. so basically when I go back tomorrow I'm praying that she dosnt come to see me and just takes the intentional "gift" as a memento.

Anyway on other news, our Lay-training is ending this Friday and our first Prophecy seminar is starting this Sabbath evening. so keep that in prayers. I taught some for the classes through a translator which was a lot of fun and a huge learning experience for me. well will sign off for now since its time to go home. God bless and pray I don't get back to the states with a little misses!
-Wezley

Leap frog with a wha?!

2008-03-12T12:39:00.001-06:00

Leap frog with a wha

I woke one morning with the most unpleasant thoughts going through my head, “leap frog with a unicorn? Nono, that doesn’t describe it, hot poker to the eyeball? Nope still not it, bamboo shards up the fingernails!” Well closer but still none of these things described the great feeling of unrest that I was experiencing! The one thing that has made me thing “I can’t do this! I can’t stay 6 months in the Congo!” what is this thing you might be asking yourselves, is it the mosquitoes? Is it the immense heat and humidity? Is it the racism towards white people? The food? The bugs? Lack of electricity and running water for long periods of time? Nope none of these things bother me in the least,. So what is it that is driving me insane to the point of tears? Well, it’s something that we have in the states, its something that we’ve all experienced I’m sure. To me it’s the most irritating sound in the world. Close your eyes and imagine being in a grocery store, and suddenly you hear it, “ MOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY I WANT THE CCAAAAAANNNNDDDYYYY!!!!!!” yes… the sound of a whiney child. We’ve all been the witness to the casualties of a “temper tantrum” and we’ve all seen the poor soul who is completely and utterly embarrassed by there child’s chosen way of expressing themselves, yet they allow it none the less. Now I consider myself to be an extremely patient individual, there is VERY little that can bother me and erk me, but yes this is it. This is probably the one thing that makes me think that the thought of being hung upside down by my big toes and dunked into a pool of starving piranhas sounds pleasant. And yes, God in his wisdom that I cant comprehend has put me to live with two of them. I wake up to the sound of the deathly screech of “MMMOOOOOMMMMAAAAA!!!!” almost every morning, I am always in danger of a whiney and pouty child that can explode at any minute. Now you may be thinking “oh Wezley suck it up and stop being such a baby, that’s what kids do, they cry, you obviously haven’t spent time with children.” But oh how that isn’t true. I have spent a VERY large amount of time with kids. I know that this may be what is “normal” but just because its normal does that mean its exceptable? In countries where canabalism is “normal” is it also exceptable? Can we really imagine the patriarch Abraham raising Isaac to be a tantrum baby? Much more can we imaging Jesus to have been a tantrum baby? I find it very doubtful. Why? Because there are always those pleasant exceptions to the whiney child rule, ah yes the infatesimaly few who are just so pleasant to be around, who when they want something there parents have taught them to come up and ask for it instead of throwing a fit to get its parents attention! Ah yes the pleasant few indeed. But fear not, if any of you are close to the blessing that God has given us of having a child. I have a sulution! Infants cry, that’s unavoindable, there helpless and don’t have any other way of communicating. But as soon as the child can verbalize words, there is no reason to continue to allow the constant crying for every little thing it wants! So my solution is simply this, if its not hurt simply agnore the crying. easy as pie, instruct it to come and ask you for the thing that it desires, if it continues the tantrum continue to not acknowledge them. Simple! I could all but guarantee that this would help if not solve this problem! But since I don’t think that most people are going to be willing to do this on there children I think that I will have to wait until I find that poor soul who I covince to marry me. I am finding myself quoting “trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understandings, in all your ways acknowledge HIM and he will set your paths straight.” God has given me a very unexpectant chanlange here in Africa, but I will continue to trust that HE has a greater purpose for this more then just annoying me. May God continue to bless you all through out this week.

In His service

-Wezley

2008-02-12T12:34:00.000-07:00

First week in Africa!

Well, I do believe this is it, my first week in the DRC (Dominican Republic of the Congo) From the start of the trip Keith and I have seen God working miracle after miracle. We met up in Washington DC last Monday afternoon. As we were getting ready to get onto the plain we were baffled to come to the knowledge that our carry on luggage could not weigh more then 20lbs! how ridiculous is that!?! Keith and I both packed our carry ons VERY heavy, and very full of books, oh did I mention that it costed $50 extra for over 20lbs and $80 for more then 30 (all four of them were over 30lbs…whoopsie) we waited, and waited in eager anticipation to for the time to come that we would have to deplete a lot of our wallet weight, but the time for us to weigh our baggage come! Every last one of the people getting on the airplane had to weigh their stuff but us! PTL.

We had a good trip to Kinshasa, we stopped in Rome (sadly we couldn’t get off the plane, very anger inducing! Second time I should have been in Rome and missed out!! GRR!!) After that we went to Ethiopia and spent the night in a hotel about 15 minutes away from the airport. That was so much fun! Ethiopia is a pretty place I would have loved to spend more time there then the night. Ahwell, someday, yes, someday. Then we flew some more and some more and some more. And alas… we arrive in the Congo! Now my friends, this is when my trip started getting interesting! A little side note, there’s this little evidently very important yellow card by the name of “yellow fever vaccination” that I didn’t get before I left the states. Now I could make the excuse that I didn’t have time to get the vaccination, which is true yes, but I honestly didn’t try all that hard to get it :p Ironically I actually really enjoy getting shots, I’m not however fond of getting mysterious “medicine” injected into my rear end! So I didn’t get it thinking (rather foolishly I might add) that “oh I’ll just tell them I didn’t want it,” Yah right! Like that worked. They didn’t even speak anything that I spoke. So I get through the immigration line and there’s a guard there asking for my yellow fever card, it went down something like this. “moment of truth Wezley, here we go” I think to myself. The guard says something in French, I don’t understand, he say’s something else in French evidently not understanding the English fraze “Me no speaka French!” so he proceeded to take my arm and guide me to the back of the airport to a small room with three rather doubtful looking “doctors”. And I proceed to sit while a group of guards with big guns start gathering around the room, my thoughts were “ Wezley, how in the world do you get yourself into these situations?!?!?” Now I must inform those of you that may not know me as well as others that this sort of stuff happens to me fairly often, things that just seem like they could never happen and are just absurd… yet they some how happen to me! Anywhoo back to the story. So there are a room full of people yelling at me in French and me just sitting there every few minutes repeating in a more annoyed tone each time I had to say it “NO SPEAKA FRENCH!!!!” finally after what seemed like and hour but more then likely was about 15 minutes there came a man who spoke poor English (much better then none) and after briefly speaking to the “doctors” proceeded to ask me “you have $100?” and me not sure if this is a country that bargaining is allowed figured, “couldn’t get any worse, why not try?” so I put on my best poker face, and said in the most sincere tone I could muster considering my situation “I have $30” which wins me a look of complete disgust from all in the room, but I stood my ground, so he said “$40” to which I quickly excepted… obviously! They gave me a receipt and told me to come back in a few days and they would right me the vaccination card. Well a few days later Keith and I are told that we could just go to the hospital and get it much easier. So he and I looked found the local hospital only to find out that its not a hospital but a “hospital”. We go to a run down part of town (most of the country) to the clinique which is just a small dirty old undoubtedly very germ infested room that looks like it came out of a horror movie with just a desk and a curtain, so we proceed to let them know what we want. They say “yellow fever? $40.” To which I begrudgingly pay. To which she begins to get what I could only imagine a big rusty needle full of I could only imagine what! I quickly say “NO SHOT! NO SHOT” which confuses her I’m sure, but anywhoo after a long time of trying to explain “I want the card only, no shot!” We got out of there $40 short and one yellow fever card! Praise the Lord we got that taken care of!

Anyway that was the highlight of my week, God has blessed us so much so far, we are about done getting all the logistics taken care of and are about ready to get out of the city and go to where the mission point is that we will spend the rest of my time while here ( in Kisingani about 2 hour flight) we stayed at a ridiculous hotel for about 4 days (which BTW if you ever stay in the Congo NEVER EVER get corn flakes at a hotel, they unknown to us charged us $24 for a box!!!) but were out of there now and are currently staying at a British ambassadors house! It’s a VERY nice house, while were in the house it doesn’t feel like were in the Congo any more but back in the states, they have a swimming pool and all! But all to soon (or not soon enough!) we’ll we be gone (tomorrow morning) to be back in the Congo ruffing it more then what we have been. Keep us in you prayers; there is a lot of work to do in this country and very few workers here to do it. But we have faith that God is going to do mighty miracles while we are here! I hope you’re all having an amazing time serving God wherever you may be, always remember, God is good!
Blessings
-Wezley

Gen 1:1

2008-01-16T18:00:00.000-07:00

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth
Gen 1:1