But because of our ministry in the camps, there are new churches and pastors among them, and great, continuing hunger for the work of the Holy Spirit. Roads are beginning to open up, and as they do we can send more and more ministry teams to our new churches. I have flown thousands of miles since the floods began, and I will never be the same. I have seen and felt deeper poverty than ever. Even our pastors have colds, coughs and infections because they cannot keep warm.
Whole families huddle together trying to survive.
They have almost no utensils to eat with. They sit in the night by the light of a single candle. They are without medicine, without books, without recorded music, and often without a change of clothes. They eat a few handfuls of maize each day, not knowing what they will do next week or month. At one meeting of a dozen pastors, we bought bread, oranges and boiled eggs for their breakfast, and that was such a rare treat.