A Border town

Today was the day my friend was buried. I was finishing the last show of the day at just the same time as his funeral was begining. What a way to spend the day though. A first for Moldova, many , many kids praying with us at the end of the first show. The final show all teenagers, man did they laugh, did they listen. I could not help but think of Mike watching us with a big cheesy grin, saying not bad BOY, in that redneck way only he could. I would not rather have been anywhere else today. Being with my family at the funeral would have been nice though, it did not compare with what we saw.
The thinking about the loss about what has happened will wait to next week when i get home.

The war goes on

These past few days have been some of the hardest of my life, the loss of Mike. An adopted father to me. The news came and i sank, i new it was bad news but could never have comprehended its enormity. No time to think, action required to get Linda out of the middle of nowhere in what is basically a communist country. No sleep, when your already tired. I did not feel tired again until 10 PM the next day, living on adrenaline, the Holy Spirit and the numbness. The mourning is to come, but not until this present battle is over. For now we work we share with the children of Moldova on monday my family bury a Hero of the Faith. On the 4th October i arrive home, then i can mourn.

Its Friday, Its raining

Slowly getting stuff sorted for my next trip. My airline tickets arrived yesterday, my visa should be sorted today. It is all coming together for Moldova. Yippee!!!

It takes me a while to catch onto things sometimes, I realised Monday I could get some new puppets home from Moldova via a Ukrainian puppet maker and some friends. Happy days, if only I had thought of it sooner, I would have got her to make me more than eight.

Tomorrow is our first practise back after the summer, it should be good, I need it to be better than good though. Especially with four of us having been doing ministry overseas this summer. The challenges need to get bigger and our skill levels need raising. We have next Saturday's show to look forward to and getting everything in order before the trip.

This year I have learnt the neccessity of keeping myself physically in better shape, with the travelling I had let things slide, like excercise and eating well. But no more, I am learningI have to start slowly though. I have many more aches and pains than years ago, when I was fit.

What can i say

At the end of a fantastic summer can it get any better? It can, in a small church on the Shankhill Road to hear young kids praying out loud asking Jesus to be there Saviour. Kids who are only aught hate from an early age, it was just the best.

It has been a good but full summer, it is over but there is so much more to come. South Africa was just wonderful and then Dunloy. Could I have a better life? Is there a more fun job out there anywhere? I do not think so. Roll on Moldova.

Today has been a cool day, from a rather slow and sluggish morning to talk with a Ukrainian friends in the afternoon and then on to an amazing evening show. All is well that ends well.

Symbols of hate these kids see so much of 

Jean and Sam outside the wee church 

Me Telling a Story 

Kids at Show on Shankhill