The fields are white

Sorry we're running behind on our posts, but our schedule here is really tight. It's because the people are so hungry for God. When we finally finish the meetings, they want to stay and talk with you, then we end up ministering to people in our hotel.

But enough of the excuses. I wanted to tell all of you about our friend named "Cloude." He's a native of Congo, a musician in his 20's staying in Nairobi right now. One night on our way into the hotel, he stopped Jeff because he saw him carrying a guitar case. They talked about music for awhile, Larry ended up prophesying to him and he agreed to come to church the next night.

He came and got saved. It was amazing. Later, he thanked us over and over again for taking him "to that place." He said he wants to quit getting drunk and spending all his time in clubs and wants to follow Jesus.

Jesus wasn't kidding when he said the fields were white for the harvest. Cloude was ripe for the picking and now beams with the love of Jesus.

Continue to pray for him as we haven't had much chance to reconnect with him since that night except by phone.

Missy