Flat it Out
We have been doing door to door ministry in a place dubbed
“The Flats” all week. It is a typically middle to high class group of what we
would call condos in America. On Thursday, Andrea, Sarah-Jane and I were
working as a group and were allowed into the home of a Sudanese family. The
patriarch of the family was named David and he sat comfortably in his chair
reading his Bible as we entered his abode. He graciously stood, shook each of
our hands and offered us water, which we all declined. Clearing up first and
foremost that they were not Ugandan, but rather Sudanese seemed to...