Thursday, August 22, 2013

“Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one” ― Bruce Lee

The worst of the malaria is over, but its after effects linger for a month or more leaving you very weak.  The following quote (if you didn't already know this) is from the CDC in Atlanta:  After a single sporozoite (the parasite form inoculated by the female mosquito) of Plasmodium falciparum invades a liver cell, the parasite grows in 6 days and produces 30,000-40,000 daughter cells (merozoites), which are released into the blood when the liver cell ruptures. In the blood, after a single merozoite invades a red blood cell, the parasite grows in 48 hours and produces 8-24 daughter cells, which are released into the blood when the red blood cell ruptures.  An estimated 91% of deaths in 2012 were in Africa.”  It's because of the destruction of the red blood cells that it takes a while to get your strength back.  It kills mostly children and pregnant women here.  If you are a healthy adult, you will probably not die, but you may wish it from time to time.  Still, while I was sick, I was able to pay for a young man to go to vocational school in Shinyanga.  His mother is a widow and a member of our new Methodist church here in Bunda.  His education may save his family and give him an opportunity to have a family of his own.  I had to have help from Pastor Nyansa since I couldn't leave the house, but if you really want to serve God, you have got to let others serve you.  We have over half of the fifty biosand filters finished and next week I will meet with the Anglican missionaries to work out the details of their group staying here. The car has been repaired and is in good working order again, so our mission is back to full strength.   I should be strong enough to go to our combined Methodist Synod in Arusha in mid September and our schools are all going strong.  There have been a lot of people praying for me in my illness an praying for our mission as well.  We thank you and heaven thanks you.  Sometimes I walk on invisible crutches provided by those who pray--and I am grateful and humbled.  We pray for many every day and our churches pray for people by name (whose names are often mispronounced, but I'm sure God knows) in the U.S. and all over the world.  Prayer is pretty powerful stuff.  Don't stop.

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