Life here is sometimes more crazy than I can handle. Swaziland is such a unique place. My day yesterday, for instance, could have been filmed and featured in a sitcome. I must mention the highlights of it just to give you an idea.

            My best Swazi friend, Thulie, and I had planned on just meeting in town to go and visit our friend Sabi, whom we helped to get admitted to the psychiatric hospital. He was near death when we found him being sick both mentally and physically. It was quite an ordeal to get him in the hospital, but he has been there for a few weeks now. So we decided we should visit him.

              Well while Thulie was headed to catch a bus to meet me in town, she discovered that another man we have been ministering to was severely sick. So she and another friend of ours went and got him and pushed him in a wheelbarrow to the bus stop! When I met Thulie in town this man, Mazisi, was also with her.

              He could barely walk so we pretty much carried him to a bus to take us to the hospital, and once there it was total chaos. I cannot begin to decsribe the conditions of the hospital here in Swaziland. There is no order or reason to it and there were people waiting everywhere. We were there for hours and finally got all the paperwork figured out for him to see a doctor.

              While he was waiting on the doctor, Thulie and I walked down the street to visit Sabi in the psychiatric hospital. I really am praising God for healing him because he is now a completely different person and should be realeased from the hospital within the next week! The Lord pretty much raised him from the dead, for when we found him he was barely alive. The psychiatric hospital here is another story; one could only imagine the conditions of it.

              When we went back to our friend Mazisi, he was still waiting on the doctor. Thulie and I waited with him as long as we could but then had to leave. I had already paid his bill and left him with money for medicine and to take a bus back home. So we left and headed out to the rural area for a house visit I had promised to make. However, late last night Thulie called and said that he had never made it home. I was so scared that something horrble could have happened to him and got my leader to give me a ride to the hospital just to see if he was anywhere around. Thankfully, the guard let me in and praise the Lord Mazisi was there. He had been admitted and was being cared for.

              Oh I wish I could tell more; these are two of my friends that you all can be praying for healing over. Thank you for your continual prayers and support. My time is too quickly coming to an end, and I am praying to use this last week in the most effective and meaningful ways possible. I am not ready to leave this beautiful country and the people I have come to love so deeply. However, I cannot be sad because the of the joy I have for getting the opportunity to come and serve here!