My Apologies to All

First of all, I extend my apologies to all of you who have been faithfully checking my blog for updates over the last month. Secondly, I extend my deepest gratitude to you all for your faithful prayers and willingness to keep checking for updates. I have been extremely busy and surrounded by spotty internet access that has hindered my ability to post. There is a deeper reason why I don’t think I have posted. I think that if I am forced to sit down and write a blog entry it is going to force me to sit and process what I have experienced this summer and to be completely honest, that frightens me. I have seen so much and had so little time as it is to process that the thought of thinking over the past 6 weeks of camp seems overwhelming and incredibly emotional. I have heard and seen so many stories similar to Grace’s, from my previous blog, that it would seem that I have gone numb. So many of the children that we are working with have stories so similar to hers and I think that if would have sit to process I may have been holed up in my room weeping for these kids but instead I chose to hide from it and not face the harsh reality that these kids face. Even as I write this now I find myself becoming uncomfortable and choked up as I think.
Since my last blog so much has happened as you can probably imagine. I finally had my own group of kids; 13 boys ranging in age from 10 to 14. Each one brought their own stories to camp. Some of them were Christians before camp, some weren’t. Some were beaten and most had lost one or more parent. I had the privilege of leading several of the boys to Christ with my partner whose name was Enoch. Two of he boys had been participating in Satanist practices although not off their choice. They were forced into it by witch doctors and other threatening to kill them if they did not practice in their sacrifices and other things of the sort. One of them was even demon possessed and again the Lord gave me the privilege of being one of 5 men who prayed and exorcised the demons from the boy. That was quite the event. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he kept going into convulsions. I would write more on this topic but I fear that many of you reading right now would not believe me and think I was crazy. I have too many stories to type on this entry. I bungee jumped at Victoria Falls and survived to write this blog.
The main reason I wanted to write was to let everyone know that I am OK and loving being here in Zambia. Thank you so much for all your contributions to my trip whether it was a financial donation or prayer. I could not have come here without either one of those things. I have 2 weeks remaining here and I promise you before I leave I will sit and process and write another response telling more of what I have experienced. Thanks again for your commitment and faith in me, it means more than the world to me to have your support.