COLD!

This is my 2nd "July-winter", but that doesn't make it easy..

Thanks be to God, we're starting the FDTP at the end of July this year, so we'll be going into August mainly, when it already starts warming up..

I suffer mainly first thing in the morning & again at night (only when going outside, my room has a heater, TG..). During the day it's still good & warm (although you'd never know by my eskimo outfit)..

Please help us pray that the Training Program for 17 year olds will be an immense inspiration & time of learning for them & us as well..

More prayer requests coming!

S.Africa!

I arrived here safely this morning at 4:00 a.m. local time..(3:00 a.m. Nigerian time time) after a 5hr & 15 minute flight on Arik arilines...The plane & services were downright impressive..It was a nice, mostly empty flight, so I got to lay down as I slept, making the short 3 hour night rest I had just a little more comfortable..

Got through immigrations & had picked my luggage by 5:00 a.m. & by 6:30 I had had B'fast at Mugg & Bean & was already calling to let them know I'd arrived..Was picked u by 8:45...the aiport wait turning out to be nearly as long as my flight from Abuja, ha..

I miss Nigeria already..I'm here in & S.A. & I'll be here for a while..It's here at Plot 6, w/ the large grounds & 6 Rottweilers that I'll be spending the next month & a week preparing for & conducting the FDTP 2009. After that, there'll be a good few adventures here in S.A. to speak of that should take me at least through to the end of 2009...

I shall keep you posted..

A Miracle of Comfort & Healing

This taken from the "Family Life" section of this month's 'Link' magazine (if you'll enjoy it half as much as I did, u'll walk away touched & inspired):

By Sherri, Mexico

Enrique is a friend who we've known for close to a year. He was interested in our work, and offered to donate some toys for one of our Christmas benefit programs. I had been trying to visit him since then, but it never seemed to work out.

I finally got through to him one day over the phone. When I asked him how he was doing he explained that his two-year-old son was having surgery the next morning for a tumor in his leg. He admitted to me that he was very scared, and I assured him that we would pray for his son.

We prayed that night and the next morning. When I called him to ask about the outcome of the operation, he sounded relieved, saying that everything had gone incredibly well and he thanked us for our prayers. We kept in touch over the next few weeks, and after the crisis was over I made an appointment to visit him.

When we arrived at his office he was waiting for us.

"Thank you so much for what you did for my son and me," were his first words.

We were a little confused as to what he was referring to, but thanked him and sat down.

He then explained to us why he had been so worried about his son's operation. The tumor had been sitting on top of a major artery in his son's leg, and the artery would have to be cut and then re-attached, an extremely high-risk procedure. It was so dangerous that they had sought out the best specialist in Mexico, and had brought him all the way from another city to perform the surgery.

The night after I called him the first time, he had gone out to eat at a little stand in his neighborhood. He was mulling over his worries as he ate, when two little boys of about six and ten years old sat down next to him and ordered one crepe for the two of them to share. He bought them some more food, and they began to talk.

"Do you have children?" the little boy asked him.

"Yes," he replied. "In fact my two-year-old is having surgery tomorrow."

"Tell your son that he is going to be okay," the boy replied.

Enrique thought that was a bit of a strange remark coming from a child, but agreed to pass on the message. As he got up to return home, the younger boy again called out after him, saying, "Tell your son that I'll be with him in the operating room tomorrow."

Enrique again thought that the child was very odd, but he was so preoccupied with his sadness and concern that he could spare no energy on trying to figure out the comment.

The next morning, as planned, his son was prepared for surgery. At 7:00 AM, as they were wheeling the little one away, he began to cry hysterically, "Daddy, don't leave me! Daddy, come with me!"

"I'll be with you soon, I promise."

Tears filled Enrique's eyes as he and his wife sat down to face the torturous wait.

It was supposed to take five or more hours, but after one hour and fifteen minutes the specialist came out, announcing that the operation was over, and had gone amazingly well.

"Go to your son," he said. "I have paperwork to do, but I need to talk to you, because something inexplicable has happened."

When the little boy awoke from the anesthesia his father joyfully whispered, "How are you? I was with you in the operating room, wasn't I?"

"No dad, you weren't," came the matter-of-fact reply, "but there was a little boy with me."

Enrique went pale.

He was still in shock when the specialist entered the room and got right to the point.

"You saw the test results, and so did I. They all showed that the tumor was wrapped around the artery. But when I went in this morning, the tumor had detached from the artery! It was only superficial, and very easy to remove. I don't know what happened, but it was a miracle."

At this point of the story telling Enrique had tears in his eyes, and so did we.

"You see," he concluded, his voice breaking a little, "those two little boys were angels. I went back to the neighborhood and asked around, and no one had ever seen or heard of them."

He felt that both these miracles were a result of our prayers, for which he was so grateful.

Suddenly composing himself, he sat up straight and said directly, "I've brought you here to find out how I can help you."

After a quick check-in with the Lord we presented our Home's needs: finances to help cover our monthly budget, funds for the construction of a new building for our humanitarian project, and a new fridge and freezer for our community. Without a moment's hesitation he agreed to cover all three needs, and took us out the same day to buy the two appliances.

Because we had shown concern for his needs, he was willing to help us with our own. But above and beyond all that, the Lord was concerned about him and his family, and showed it by performing a miracle of healing for his son and by sending two little angels to deliver a promise of protection and safekeeping.

Yankari/Lagos

w/ friends we made at the park..we split the cost for this game drive..


Keeping up w/ tradition, I took Christina to Yankari National game reserve for 2 days.

Yankari was relaxing & invigorating in that whole "nature-dwelling" kinda way..Lagos was a good time of fellowship & was also Mary & my official farewell party hosted by Angela & the team there.

The day after we got back we took off to Lagos w/ most of our home to spend the wknd w/ the team down there.

Great fun, the whole week.

Just before swimming in the Wikki Warm Spring below...supposedly a constant 31 degrees celsius, but the water's cooled off considerably over the last decade..


W/ our guide, just after we got back from the Safari--the stick's to ward off Baboons..


Fish Eagle--taken near the river.

"wen he was a young wart-hog...wen I was a young Wart-Hooooooooooooooooog"...(not me, Pumba!)