Sunday morning and I have endured another 12 hour bus ride challenge. Of course, the trip began with the usual 20 minute sermon on the bus as it was proceeding through Kinshasa. The sermon is in Lingala so I’m not sure what is happening, but at one point he had everyone raising their hands. I just sat there. I wasn’t sure whether he was asking for volunteers to give up their seats because they had overbooked, or he was asking who wanted to go to heaven today. I was volunteering for neither. Finally, my little Del (Yvette’s daughter) reached over and raised my hand for me so it was unanimous. After 10 hours into the bus ride, I wish I had thrown both hands up into the air.

  As many of you know, last year Topher’s wife, Jeannie and my granddaughter Nelia accompanied me on my Congo trip. Jeannie commented later that the music videos that are played at ear-shattering volume the entire trip where overly sexual in content. I hadn’t noticed, but I did take note this trip. Jeannie is correct, there was a lot of sensual implications. I decided not to watch. Well, I did watch the first round just to know what to avoid after that since they replayed the same track over and over. I have decided to use as my guide, a simple WWJD principle (What Would Jeannie Do). 

  This morning, I’m off to Mama Kakesa’s church which is a 10 minute walk from here.