It was probably one of the most intense moments of my life.
We went to the Artisan's Market in Bamako across from the National Assembly. There were thousands of people there. All African, I'm sure then us, all Michigan. We were mobbed literally. Our team leader had gospel tracts in Arabic, French and Bambaara.
We gave them out to the appropriate people groups. It was incredible. We had four young Christian brothers who are Malian. We had two in front and two in back after the initial experience. They were great. We had an incredible bond with them. Franklin Spotts, our leader was fearless and respectful. Everybody wanted whatever was free.
We had women come up to us nursing their baby while asking for a tract. We had guys just get out of the prayers at the national mosque. I stepped out of the boat with that experience. It was pure faith. After an hour, I was going on sensory overload. We did buy some souvenirs. That's a whole another experience.
I'm starting to feel the culture shock. It's about a seven on the Richter Scale. But, the Christian community here is incredible.
Last night, we had a visitor, a younger guy who is a member of the national parliament. What a testimony. The conviction in his eyes about the gospel and about Jesus was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Tomorrow, we go to an African wedding. A young national doctor who passed all the tests was denied his license because he prayed in Jesus' name and he's getting married.
Monday, we go out with the guy described as the Apostle Paul of Mali, Jean Pierre Dabou. What a story. We will take bags of rice to villages and check on churches.
I'm ready for a little cold weather. I tolerated the heat better today. But...it was still hot, real hot. Burning in hell doesn't sound attractive from a temperature perspective.
I've really felt the prayers of my OSL family. Everybody, please give Gladys a hug for me.
By the way, March 12 is on at church. I think we got the tech part figured out.