A usual Sunday... sort of

This morning, instead of the trek to church, which actually takes a surprising amount of energy, I stayed home and listened to a sermon online, downloaded from Jackie's church back in the UK. It was quite a good sermon on the Armour of God (armour being spellt with a U since he was a Brit speaking, after all).

After our church service, I tidied up a bit... reminding Grace of her mom, "If we all just took 15 minutes..." Imagine, Mom, I am the one doing the tidying around here. I even have a photo to prove it.
Then I had lunch, and worked for a little while longer on my "sermon" for the evening gathering that I was supposed to lead tonight. Yikes! I was a bit nervous, but it ended up going well, I thought. And others said it went just fine, and appreciated with I had to say about my past week's enslavement to the generator and freedom that we can find in Christ, even from our generator enslavements.

Once the sermon was done, Grace needed some company to drive out wo the property with her, to check on the Kenyan fellow who's building the fence. As we were just pulling up to the campsite on the property, a huge rain storm rolled in. And I mean, it really rolled in. We could see the rain clouds and rain literally blowing in and hitting the mountain. It was pretty cool. And man, there was a lot of water coming down.

We were pretty much sitting ducks there. Our Kenyan friend came and joined us in the truck while the rain poured down, the thunder rolled and the lightening flashed. It was pretty intense. After about half an hour, the rain finally subsided enough for us to jump out of the truck, lock the front wheels into 4WD and cruise on out of there.

What a fun drive home we had! Through the little "village" that our property is in, people were all sort of just coming out of their tukels and assessing the damage from the rain. The children and the ducks were playing in the puddles. It was the first time I've ever seen the ducks in this city actually SWIM. I didn't know they knew how to do that! There were some serious rivers flowing down the middle of our dirt track that we were following, and both Grace and I were glad for the extra help of the 4WD.

Once we got to the main road, Grace was about to jump out and unlock the wheels again... but me, in my vast wisdom and experience with 4WD and dirt roads, suggested that we leave it in 4WD mode for a few more minutes.

And man, we were glad we did! We had some serious rivers to ford on our way along the main road - even though it's by far the newest and smoothest road in the city, it's still only a dirt road, and obviously has a few drainage issues that need to be dealt with before they tarmak it!
This was the scene through the windsheild in one section. Unfortunately, not too many of the photos turned out too well... but I didn't want to be too obvious taking photos, either, since the road was lined with observers! It must have been better than TV to watch all the vans, cars, busses and SUVs try to manuever through the rivers and mud! We watched as one van in particular almost drowned in a ditch. I saw him go nose first in, about up to the windsheild, and then just splash his way out of it! I was mighty thankful that we were in the truck which has a higher clearance that our old little truck!

Yup, all in a day's rest here on Sunday afternoon.