Sunday in Zimbabwe

Saturday was another eventful day. For a number of reasons, we arrived at the airport late and walked onto our plane right at takeoff time. However, we weren't really in danger of missing it because we sat there another hour. When we arrived in Harare, it became obvious that I am now 0 for 2 with regard to luggage in Africa. Because we flew on a small plane (50 passengers) I was forced to check my main bag and Alfred checked two. None of them arrived in Harare. In fact, about 1/2 of the bags from the plane were simply left in Lusaka. You can imagine the scene that ensued when everyone discovered this. So, we filed our claims, filled out our customs forms for the bags we didn't have, and continued on to our Bulawayo flight. We are hopeful that our bags will follow us tonight or tomorrow--that will be the first miracle of the conference! Until then, we are without a change of clothes or the participant books. However, the team here located us some basic toiletries.

We worshiped at a relatively young Methodist church here in Bulawayo this morning. The congregation of about 100 meets in a temporary open air structure on the land they have acquired for their first building. It was wonderful! Everyone was fully engaged, the atmosphere was joyful, and several times we prayed together with everyone kneeling on the slab. The pastor brought a great message about living for God, and they treated us like honored guests. I love having the opportunity to worship in environments that are so free and authentic!

Zimbabwe is in far worse shape than Zambia. The cost of everything is outrageous because of runaway inflation (ex: $5 USD for a bar of soap!), and communication is difficult. I'm writing from an internet cafe in the city, but don't know how often I will be able to do that throughout the week.

The lodge where the conference will be is sparse, but comfortable. Alfred and I are both doing well and looking forward to the opening session tonight. I'll write again when I can. Blessings! Matthew