Sunday

 Sunday we traveled to Bernard’s mother’s home and worshipped at their home church.  Bernard’s mom prepared her “world” famous chicken, mukimo, greens, and chapatti!

Garry, Bill, and Kip brought greetings from their families, encouragement to the church, and shared their walk with Jesus.    Floyd (translated by Robert) preached.   We all had a very meaningful time of worshipping with Bernard’s home church.   Afterwards, we spent the afternoon with Bernard’s mom and family.   Of course the meal was great—I, Floyd, ate way to much but it is so good.   Bernard took the group on a walk showing us the different crops on the farm (shamba)—avocado, bananas, and coffee.  He took to the time to educate us on coffee production. 

As a note, the night before it had rained and we had a slippery, sliding ride to the homeland.   Duncan, our driver, did a great job.   We returned to the Westwood to relax and talk.   Most called or contacted family in the States.  A few alterations were made to our schedule.  

The trip has included a great opportunity of building friendship and partnership.   Every night is filled with a lot of laughter and being together.   I (Floyd) was shocked though that Bill Kenny threw me under the business at dinner.  The hotel’s restaurant manager, Grace, is a lovely person.  But, early on she asked Bill and others why they did not “clean” their plates.  Did they not like the food?   This has become a joke.  It seemed that the person sitting in one particular chair always caught Grace’s inquisition on what was not eaten.   Tonight, I sat in “THE CHAIR”.  Grace was not in the restaurant when we ate.   We were finished when Grace arrived.   She asked how the food was, did we enjoy it, and basically did everyone try all of the food.   Bill says, “Floyd did not try the soup.  He did not even get a bowl.”   Immediately this caused Grace to turn attention to me.   I tell you, I could feel the wheels of the bus as they bumped over me.