Church

<p dir=ltr>Today we awake to "everyday in hustling" by rick Ross as the sound of the alarm goes off at 515am. We get up and head down to breakfast. Same breakfast and omelettes just as good. We returned to our room to find out that the water in our room was being "serviced". Great start to the day. Ahead of us are two church devices that seem to be up to 2.5 hours apart. </p>
<p dir=ltr>We shall see how the morning pans out, we are in our church attire, mostly dresses for the women and polos for the men. The buses have started and the smell of diesel fuel fills our lungs. Great time for a cause.

It takes us about 1 and a half hours to get to Joska where the boys service was being held. Imagine about 300 adolescent boys at a type of boarding school learning, growing, thinking and maturing in the middle of what seemed to be a desert. Prior to the service we took a tour of the grounds. Even saw where the water for most of the region was bottled. Nothing fancy just a few sand filters and a UV filter is all that keeps us from getting sick. So far so good.

After the service which ran over by almost 2 hours we made our way to the girls boarding school about 5km from the boys. We sre greater with singing and dancing. For each person that exited our bus there was a young girl who would take our hand and lead us to the main courtyard. We danced for what seemed like hours in this African sun.

We sat through the girls service  which was followed by a tour of the girls accommodations. The girls seemed more excited that we were there. We got to go to their classrooms and ask them questions. Even though they were only studying they still were in class, on a sunday. Also these 13 & 14 year old girls were studying for subjects like physics, biology and stuff most high school kids don't even touch. After lunch we left the girls dorm and headed back to the gracehouse. A few meetings and dinner and off to bed to prepare for our first day of work.

Until then....