Noah sent them out two by two, Tom Logan sent us to Tanzania one by one! Six hundred miracles to perform, four volunteers to expedite them. I think I now know what it is like to be sent into exile- just me, my Toyota land cruiser, a Tanzania field officer and a well builder. Four hours east of where my two day partner and I started our adventure, I’m sent to a new area where wells have not been installed before. The new field officer has yet to install his first well. My guest house has no hot water, no food, and no shower. It does have electricity, a pit toilet and a walled enclosure for parking my truck, all for seven thousand shillings a night ($4.82). Best of all, cold coke is readily available after a long hot day. God is good!
For two weeks I walk uphill and downhill, into and out of the unknown. One hundred and thirty hikes to different well sites, in the mountains, in the valleys. I’m deep in the bush; God meets me and says lets perform a miracle. Let’s make clear clean water gush from this well where 60 feet away water lays green and yellow and makes you sick just to look at it, much less contemplate drinking it. Forty-five constructive minutes later, it happens, a crowd has gathered, they are excited, they are singing, they are rejoicing, they are giving thanks. Asante! (thank you) Asante sanna! (thank you very much). Instead of water being turned into wine (Jesus’ first miracle) water which harbors death and disease is now giving life. Water is life! I can’t believe that God has called me again into active participation in making this happen. How did I descend and climb nine consecutive steep up and down inclines today? I haven’t fought for breath this hard in a long time, yet God has walked with me step by step. He says to me, I’ll give you the strength you need as you need it, no more, no less. I think he is telling me that I’m totally dependent upon him. It has taken me a while to learn this lesson; Africa has been a good teacher.