I’m in Lusaka, Zambia. It is 97 degrees and instead of red leaves falling off the trees there are flamboyant red flowers. 
We were checked for Ebola at the airport (even though it is nowhere near). 
And I ate fried caterpillars.
And this morning I preached at a church in a slum that is vibrant with praise, singing and dancing.
Sound exciting and exotic? Well maybe, but… Continue reading
