Monday, February 28, 2011

A TALE OF TWO AFRICAN KNOCKINGS


Eighteen years ago in a land not so far away to our Northeast (Uganda) a skinny young Muzungu (me) drove into a roundabout. The events of that day almost forever changed my perceptions of justice in Africa. Thank you Rwanda for restoring my dignity and courage.

As I drove around the roundabout a large blue lorry entered. As he entered his bumper came behind my bumper and our vehicles locked. The strength of his lorry pulled my poor little Toyota Lite Ace around the roundabout. When he stopped we got out of our vehicles. The driver stood about 25 centimeters shorter than I. The first words out of his mouth, “What were you doing in front of me. I am bigger than you.” He was wearing the clothes of a mechanic. The vehicle that he drove had written on it in large white letters, “Donated by the British Government.” I assumed the driver worked for an N.G.O., and was accountable to international standards. We began arguing. Others began watching. Then my wise wife drew my attention to the lorry’s license plate. It was UP ________. A traffic police officer joined the discussion. I learned quickly that even if I was hit from behind when I had the right of way and drug around a roundabout; if the lorry was a police vehicle I, the Muzungu was at fault.

I learned my lesson well. I have had several accidents since then. I remember twice in which another was at fault and had the courage to admit their fault. In those situations wisdom abounded and we both realized that in order to practice expeditious justice and mercy we dare not involve the police. In several situations I was at fault and thankfully the other motorist was wise and gracious. Thus we did not involve the police. In several situations I did not believe I was at fault. As an argument began I realized that justice was not possible. Thus I negotiated before the police arrived. I had no confidence in African police to deliver expeditious justice.

On Saturday, 22 January 2011 I drove at night to CCR to put closing touches on a sermon on the relationship between followers of Jesus and the government. I stopped at a supermarket to purchase needed caffeine and sugar. As I entered the parking lot, Rwanda and the Lord gave me a gift. A motorcycle hit my vehicle. I never saw him until we knocked. I do not know if his lights were on. Parking lots can be confusing, but it seemed I had the right of way. I was going slow and could stop immediately. He was going fast and skidded for about 4 meters.

The first words out of the motorcycle driver’s mouth were full of the hatred of race. For some reason I was not in the mood to ignore. I sat in my truck and refused to accept responsibility as he gathered a crowd who seemed to not appreciate my race. A soldier walked into the crowd and most disbursed. A Rwandan customer of the supermarket approached and gave me the counsel I had given many others, “Negotiate and make this matter go away quickly. Just give him some small money.” For some reason I chose to hold my ground. I got out of my vehicle and began speaking to the driver and another who claimed to be the driver’s brother. I smelled alcohol on both their breaths. They asked for money to repair their motorcycle. I asked for money to repair my vehicle. We were getting nowhere. Without thinking I began making phone calls. I never reached the Rwanda Traffic Police. However, in the midst of phone calls and conversation with the driver I said something to the effect, “I will not give you money. I don’t believe I am at fault. I am calling the police. You are drunk. I believe when the police arrive they will take you to jail and you will need to pay for my vehicle repairs.” The message was not lost in translation. The motorcycle driver went away without a bribe from me.

A few minutes later I sat in my church office and released that five years in Rwanda had changed me. I no longer was an instinctual victim of a system unable to provide justice. I no longer accepted guilt that was not mine. Without great thought I had forgotten the lessons of Uganda and Kenya, and relearned Rwanda justice. We never actually saw a Rwandan police officer Saturday evening. However, his presence was felt. Justice was a matter both the motorcycle driver and I trusted.

On Sunday morning I took on one of the more troubling texts to apply in the modern world. Paul teaches that followers of Jesus must submit to government authorities as they are representatives of God. I told my congregation not to argue about Buvera. I told them my tale of two African knockings. The text fit our context. We live in a society that usually delivers justice.

However, life is not always that way. We remembered the words of Martin Luther King Jr., and Bishop Festo Kivengere. During some seasons we must speak. Rwanda, thank you for restoring our courage, dignity, and belief in justice.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

PACE MATTERS


This week at CCR I’m preaching on the commandment I both love and hate the most. You see I hunger for rhythm and pace. I’m an ok runner and a poor dancer. I know the joy of rhythm and the triumph of pace. The text for the week is:

“Remember that the Sabbath Day belongs to me. You have six days when you can do your work, but the seventh day of each week belongs to me, your God. No one is to work on that day--not you, your children, your slaves, your animals, or the foreigners who live in your towns. In six days I made the sky, the earth, the oceans, and everything in them, but on the seventh day I rested. That's why I made the Sabbath a special day that belongs to me. (Exodus 20:8-11. Contemporary English Version)”

I love the call for rhythm and pace.

However, I have an internal demon. I am a workaholic.
I inherited this demon from my godly parents and grandparents. Before the sun comes up I must work. I break my work day 3 times to eat. Then my working hours continue into the night. My demon is an idol of work. This idol makes me hate how this text indicts me.


I don’t believe I am alone. I sometimes trade business e-mails with Rwandan colleagues at 5:00 a.m. I sometimes receive business phone calls from Rwandan colleagues at 11:00 p.m. Three Sundays ago, I was putting final touches on my sermon at 6:30 a.m. and a Rwandan friend started trading sms with me about business matters. I’ve never lived in a city where my friends work so hard. Truly, “Rwanda is a country in a hurry. Others can walk we must run.”

However, inside we know life is about more than speed and productivity. Our bodies become broken, our minds weary, and our community fractured when we live a life with no rhythm.

This Sunday I’ll both preach and repent. It is time our city returned to a life full of sacred rhythm.
I hope to see you at CCR.

Dave

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

AN OPEN LETTER TO A NIGERIAN CON MAN



QUIT USING MY REPUTATION.
I’M PRAYING FOR YOU AND NOT OPPOSED TO PUTTING MY HANDS ON YOU WHEN WE MEET FACE TO FACE

(THOUGH I AM 44 AND HAVE HAD 4 BACK SURGERIES I CAN STILL MOVE PRETTY QUICK AND LIFT A CHUNK OF WEIGHT. BESIDES THAT I HAVE THREE SONS, TWO BROTHERS, FOUR NEPHEWS, A GROWLY DAD, AND MORE FRIENDS AND COUSINS THAN I CAN COUNT. SOMEONE I KNOW CAN GET THE BEST OF YOU.)

THERE IS A FINAL JUDGMENT COMING IF WE DON’T MEET IN THIS LIFE

USING RELIGION TO RUN A CON IS ONE OF THE MOST MORALLY BANKRUPT SCAMS IN THE WORLD. MY UNDERSTANDING OF THE THIRD COMMANDMENT IS YOU SHOULD GET RIGHT WITH GOD AND MAN SOON.

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Innocent Apartment Hunter:



Hi Dave,



I just wanted to make sure that this is you, but I recently responded to a craigslist ad for an apartment in Brooklyn—a two bedroom renting out for $900 in Prospect Heights. There was back and forth, and I would appreciate if you can confirm if this is you or not (in the email I received, it stated this website to make it legit that I was corresponding to a pastor who works in Nigeria). I don’t think it’s you, but wanted to let you know. Let me know, thanks.



Nigerian Con Man:



Hello,

Thanks for filling the application form and getting back to me regarding renting my apartment and wanting to take great care of it as if it were yours'. I discussed with my wife regarding renting the apartment to you and we have both agreed to rent our apartment to you. The rent fee is $900 while the security deposit fee is $600. The apartment is unfurnished and i am as certain as can be that you would really love it there.

Therefore after going through your mail and accessing your profile, we strongly believe that you are a respectable and responsible person, I am sure you would be able to take great care of the property. It would be appreciated if you can make the deposit payment ASAP so that i can file you as my new tenant and also send you the House Keys and House Documents. Also, Pets are allowed.

Please once again, we are giving you this on trust and do not disappoint us and we promise you that you will love the house and the peaceful serene environment. The Documents and Keys to the apartment are with me here and would be sent to you via UPS. I would also like to know if you are ready to make the deposit payment.

Here are the documents with me which I would be sending to you:

1) Entrance and the rooms Keys
2) Paper/Permanent house form (Containing your reference details)
3) Agreement Form which you would sign and send back to me.
4) The House Documentary file.
5) Payment Receipt.
6) Full address and description of the house
7) Authorization Letter signed by me which you would show to the Doorman and Super of the building to let you into the building.
8) Lease Agreement

I am very glad that you are taking the apartment. I would arrange with UPS to ship the House Keys and Documents over to you. My wife and i has sort out a means which we can conclude the Lease arrangement to make it secure for both you and myself. Like i explained to you in my first email, i am currently in Africa and the keys would be shipped to you from here.

The payment should be deposited with Western Union. Now, in Western Union, there's a Security Test Question and a Security Test Answer, which without it we cannot collect the payment here. You can send the security deposit with your own different Test Question and Test Answer but you would not give us the Test Question and Test Answer until you receive the house keys and house documents. All you need to send to me is the MTCN Number so i can confirm from Western Union that the said amount was sent. And after you receive the House Keys and Documents, you would give the Security Test Question and Answer so that i can receive the payment.

The details to send the payment are found below:

RECEIVER'S NAME: DAVE JENKINS
ADDRESS: JOS GENERAL MEDICAL CENTER
CITY: JOS
COUNTRY: NIGERIA

After you have sent out the payment, send me the MTCN number so that i can confirm that the payment has been sent and after you receive the House Keys and Documents and you are satisfied with the apartment, you can release the Security Test Question and Answer to me so that i can pick up the funds here but if you do not like the apartment, then you can go to the Western Union location where you sent the funds from and request for a refund of your money and send the keys back to me through UPS as i have a shipper's account with UPS.
I am very glad that you are taking the apartment. I would arrange with UPS to ship the House Keys and Documents over to you. My wife and i has sort out a means which we can conclude the Lease arrangement to make it secure for both you and myself. Like i explained to you in my first email, i am currently in Africa and the keys would be shipped to you from here.

The payment should be deposited with Western Union. Now, in Western Union, there's a Security Test Question and a Security Test Answer, which without it we cannot collect the payment here. You can send the security deposit with your own different Test Question and Test Answer but you would not give us the Test Question and Test Answer until you receive the house keys and house documents. All you need to send to me is the MTCN Number so i can confirm from Western Union that the said amount was sent. And after you receive the House Keys and Documents, you would give the Security Test Question and Answer so that i can receive the payment.

The details to send the payment are found below:

RECEIVER'S NAME: DAVE JENKINS
ADDRESS: JOS GENERAL MEDICAL CENTER
CITY: JOS
COUNTRY: NIGERIA

After you have sent out the payment, send me the MTCN number so that i can confirm that the payment has been sent and after you receive the House Keys and Documents and you are satisfied with the apartment, you can release the Security Test Question and Answer to me so that i can pick up the funds here but if you do not like the apartment, then you can go to the Western Union location where you sent the funds from and request for a refund of your money and send the keys back to me through UPS as i have a shipper's account with UPS.

Hope to hear from you asap.

Good Day,

My apartment is still available for rent. But i want you to know that i am renting my apartment out at a low price because i am only interested in you taking great care of the apartment and not the financial aspect of it.


I am currently in Africa on an assignment by my church and i am currently being transferred to Nigeria from Rwanda where i have been serving for a while now. I wanted to sell the apartment before but my wife and i have decided that renting it out would be better for us. I want you to know that you can stay in the apartment as long as you would like to stay as we are not planning on moving back into the apartment when we return to the states. But we would be checking up on you once in a while to ensure that the apartment is well taken cared of.


You can check out my blog page and read about myself, my family and the work i do here at: http://jenkinsinrwanda.blogspot.com/

Dr. Williams Elphicks


Me:

I have absolutely no idea about anything is this dialogue. I am in Kigali, Rwanda. We've been here for a little over 5 years and were in Uganda 11 years previous. My wife was born in Cameroon after her parents evacuated from Nigeria in 1968 due to the Biafra War. That's about all I know about Nigeria.

Have we met before? My memory is not what it should be.

Dave

Innocent Apartment Seeker:



Hi Dave,

No, we have not met, I found a rental on craigslist with cheap rent and great photos and after this, I googled, and apparently, there’s a bunch of scam artists in Nigeria that put up false ads on craigslist asking for money to be transferred to them on Western Union. Oftentimes, they pose as missionaries, so I would be weary of your blog, because it looks like there’s a scam artist in Nigeria posing as yourself. Be careful! And all the best with your missions work. I fell for it because I am also a Christian, and I thought, wow, the rent sounds too good to be true, but maybe this is a little real estate miracle from God!

All the best,
P.S. Also, just as an idea, you may want to state somewhere in your blog even that your blog has been a victim of scammers and that you are in no way soliciting any money for rentals/western union money transfers etc, just in case…
_________________________________________________________________________
Innocent Apartment Seeker:



Hello Pastor Jenkins,

I am writing to you about the apartment listing that you put on craigslist. I see that you have emailed me from another email that I have replied to with private information. I just wanted to make sure that you are the one I am speaking to and not someone else posing to be you by making another email and trying to get private information on people. I would really appreciate it if you could respond asap.

Thank You,

Me:



I think you are being scammed. I've received 3 e-mails in the last week from someone asking me about renting a home. One of the e-mails has Nigeria contacts and I've noticed my blog is getting some hits from Nigeria. I hope I don't sound too prejudiced towards Nigeria as we have good Nigerian friends and my wife was born just next door in Cameroon after her parents evacuated from Nigeria in 1968 due to the Biafra War.

I live in Kigali Rwanda and have lots of roots in this region of the world. If I can help in any way please feel free to let me know.

Dave

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

NO KILOKOLE SPOKEN HERE


This week at CCR we will be looking at the third commandment. It is pretty simple. Do not misuse the name of God. For those who grow weary of movies filled with the colorful use of language to express frustration you will hear a call to a gentle and kind approach. For those weary of both school and office conversations that forget manners you will also hear a call for civility.


However, I will address another misuse of God’s name, the Kilokole language.

Eugene Peterson in his translation of this command writes, “No using the name of God, your God, in curses or silly banter; God won't put up with the irreverent use of his name. Exodus 20:7, The Message.”


It is the silly banter that gets us church people in trouble. For those of you unfamiliar with Bantu languages allow me to give you a crash course. You start with a root. For instance, lokole means “to save.” If you are a single person who is saved you add mu to make Mulokole. If you are a group you add ba to make Balokole. To define a location adds bu to make Bulokole. Finally, your culture and language is Kilokole.


The Kilokole language grew from our region’s historic East African Revival. It is rooted in deep sincere faith. As time has gone on Kilokole has become both trivial and global. For instance, the phrase, “Praise the Lord” no longer means to worship, but is a greeting. Its dialect of Kiswahili becomes “Bwana asifiwe.” It’s dialect of Luganda becomes “Mukama yebazibwe.” It’s dialect of Kinyarwanda becomes, “Imana ishimwe.”


The result is that our use of silly banter creates exclusion in our community between those who know Kilokole and those who do not. It also cheapens the natural awe we should have in the presence of God.


I hope you’ll join us at CCR this Sunday as we dive into this third command and seek to discover awe anew.


Dave

KIGALI PORCH CONVERSATIONS


I never experienced America’s phenomena of evening porch conversations. There was a season in America’s history where she transitioned from a rural to an urban people. During that season before cable television and the internet my country of origin was a place where neighbors knew one another as friends. While weather permitted evenings would be spent on a porch. Neighbors passed by and may have shared a glass of ice tea, lemonade, and soda. During this season of transition and building, the informal conversations and the hopes they inspired were the substance of nation building.

My porch in Kigali may be similar.

Two Saturdays ago, I sat on my porch, observed, and remembered. My oldest daughter, Sophia is 18 and a senior in high school. The school she attends, Kigali International Community School (KICS) has many similarities to the school of my grandmother’s diary. The class size is small. The school board is made up of friends. The board endeavors to lead by policy, but it is a hands on labor. They function as policy setters as well as janitors, coaches, cafeteria workers, and teachers. The teachers worship with us and live in community. Most weeks one or two will be in our home for dinner.

Our school serves many of the builders of Rwanda. Some are missionaries. Some are Rwandans who during a season of refugee living gained education and professional experience, and now have returned. Some are international business and embassy personnel. It is one of the most eclectic groups of people I’ve known. However, they are united in faith and hope.

My daughter, Sophia has exceptional skills at creating community out of diversity. Two Saturday s ago, a few of her good friends decided to gather the young women at KICS for a sleep over at our home. It was a Saturday and I sat on our porch. I read and tidied up a sermon. Our porch faces downtown Kigali. Our yard has beautiful trees. One of my favorite Kigali activities is to sit on our porch in the evening, read, observe, and drink a cup of coffee.

I listened to Sophia’s pre-organization and my mind drifted back to four years ago. KICS was just starting. A friend in the Rwanda government had opened some doors for us to get started. He called me in the evening to see if he could bring a friend to visit. A few minutes later, three of us were on my porch visiting. My friend’s friend had 5 children. Three of them were in the US studying. He could not find a suitable school in Rwanda so while he returned to Rwanda his older children studied in the US. He had two younger daughters. One of his daughters was the same age as Sophia. The other was the same age as Caleb. He wanted to know about KICS. The next day after our conversation he enrolled his younger daughters at KICS. Since then his oldest daughter has become one of Sophia’s best friends. They don’t share the same race. However, they share the same faith and similar experiences. I find it delightful listening to the two of them. They are wise beyond their years. Their vision for Rwanda’s future is better than what their parents have experienced. Both of us fathers trust a future with their leadership will be good.

These two young women had watched the diversity of students at KICS and seen some struggles. The sociological term to describe them is Third Culture Kids (TCK’s). These are kids who are most at home in an airport. Transition and diversity are the games in which they excel. Sophia calls TCK’s her tribe. They share a language, culture, and understanding. However, before one reaches a certain understanding and maturity being a TCK is a life of great turmoil. Where does one fit? Your parent’s culture is not yours. Your host culture is not yours. The easiest way to define one's self will be by race, national origin, parent’s employment, or maybe even denominational background. Yet, these old stereotypes no longer fit the context. Maybe, even they are outdated definitions that fuel division instead of unity? Our two wise young women realized it was time to do the old fashioned. They gathered those younger than themselves to socialize, laugh, and begin conversations about faith and shared experience. It was delightful to eavesdrop.

As I enjoyed Kigali’s evening and eavesdropping another new Kigali friend came by. Their family had only been in Kigali for a few weeks. They had lived their lives in the US, grown in faith, and just moved to Rwanda to take a job as a General Manager of a local business. They have three teenage children. Their kids were seeking to find a place to belong. They enrolled at KICS. Their daughter was coming to Sophia’s sleepover. The daughter quickly joined the girls and we listened to the giggles. Her dad and I and shared a soda and caught up on life.

As he left I remembered the stories of porch conversations from my grandparent’s day. I also remembered old porch conversations in Kigali. I thanked God for the journey. Who would have thought that a porch conversation four years ago would have resulted in such good friendships and such a broad community? I leave convinced that a few things in life are sure. We should listen well to our daughters and trust their intuition. We also should as friends visit, pray, and trust. God does the amazing with the simple.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

FAITH AND SCIENCE DISCUSSION AT CHRIST'S CHURCH IN RWANDA


Last week at CCR we spoke of football and God. Our discussion closed with a quote from C.S. Lewis’ book, Abolition of Man, “For magic and applied science alike the problem is how to subdue reality to the wishes of men: the solution is a technique.”

It is easy to make fun of another’s superstition.

However, the reality of being human is that we seek to discover. In the process of discovery sometimes we draw conclusions that suit both our nurtured wounds and desires. Many times we seek with an agenda and only find ourselves at the same lost place from which we began.

Science holds many answers. How does it fit with faith?

This coming Sunday at CCR we’re going to take tough look at the question of Science and Faith. I’m no expert. Thus we will have a panel discussion with Dr. Holly Hixson, Dr. Emmanuel Nkusi, Roger Shaw, and Joy Atwine. I’m eager to ask questions and learn. I hope you will join us.

Dave

P.S. To meet the needs of CCR growth we will begin a second worship service on our 4 Year Thanksgiving Sunday, 6 March. Our first worship service will begin at 9:30, and continue to offer children’s classes during our sermon time. Also, the worship style will be a little lower in volume with a mixture of vernacular, contemporary music, and traditional hymns. Our second worship experience will begin at 11:30, and not offer children’s classes. The worship style will be a little louder and faster paced. During this time CCR will offer opportunities for adults to study.

WE'RE EXPECTING


If you have not heard the recent news we are expecting the birth of another daughter, Umutoni on Sunday, 6 March 2011 at 11:30 a.m. Umutoni’s birth follows the birth of our daughter, Namulindwa on Sunday, 4 March 2007 at 10:00 a.m. We can’t believe it has been four years since we had an infant to nurture.


Births are both thrilling and exhilarating events. I can’t help, but think of historic births. All births are miracles of God.
Isaac came to an old couple and made them laugh. Moses came during a season of national crisis to provide leadership for generations. Barren Hannah gave birth to the prophet Samuel. Barren Elizabeth gave birth to a voice in the wilderness. A teenage virgin gave birth to the King of Kings.


I share both a youthful wife and gray hair. I have a fabulous community. On 4 March 2007 332 of our friends gathered to celebrate the birth of Namulindwa. I’m one of those sojourners with roots in Uganda. Namulindwa was prophesied by a wise Rwandan woman. However, she was conceived by Holy Spirit inspiration in Uganda. Thus she must have a Kiganda name. Her birth was long awaited and full of turmoil. At times we wondered if she would survive, but by God’s hand she did. She has prospered. Her birth was much like the prophet Moses. As she grew she became a voice of freedom.


I don’t know why, but every birth stretches us. We’ve lost about $450 per month in support. Our truck’s suspension bar tore a few days ago. I’m walking up and down. I’m busier than ever, but loving the over 600 university students I lecture to each week. CCR’s youth group is thriving. Some Fridays we have over 250 young people in our facility. Most Sundays our facility is close to full to capacity. Occasionally the stress makes our family and friends just a bit difficult. However, these are the best people in the world. Every now and then pain of body or mind wakes our sleep. It is time for Umutoni to come.


As an mzee (old wise man) let me prophesy upon Umutoni. She will come with great expectation. She will cry loudly with joy. She will sing. She will dance. She shall be the youngest daughter. When she enters a room both the young and old men will smile.


I ask your prayers for Umutoni.


Dave


P.S. For those unfamiliar with our region’s language and traditions CCR is on a full court press to birth a second worship experience on Sunday, 6 March 2011. We need to make room for the wonderful young people in our lives. We’re stretched. The dream is beyond our abilities and plans, but not beyond the hope we have in our God. We ask your prayers for this special day of birth.

Friday, February 4, 2011

FOOTBALL, JUJU, AND FAITH


There are passions which stir the deepest part of our created nature. The first two that come to mind are food and reproduction. We cannot live without food. We cannot endure without reproduction. However, there is another passion of our created order that also deeply stirs our being. It is football. Without beauty, determination, and teamwork we cannot endure with joy. Football is our master teacher in the paradoxical study of beauty and determination.


With all of these created passions there exists the temptation to shortcut the journey. Food and reproduction remove the pains of our life. Sometimes we lose our principles in gluttony and lust. Football is no different. We look for shortcuts with football just like we do with food and reproduction.


Do you remember 7 June, 2003? I’ll never forget it. Do you remember Amavubi coming to play in Nambole stadium against Uganda’s Cranes? This week I stopped by New Times and asked for archives in June and July of 2003. The staff wondered what I could be seeking. Then I mentioned football and they started laughing. Our region's football fans will never forget that game.


Uganda shot on goal time after time in Kigali on 29 March 2003. Amavubi goalkeeper, Mohammud Mossi made one acrobatic save after another. The game ended in a 0-0 tie. What was the secret of Mossi’s success?

On 7 June in Kampala Mossi again astounded the crowd. Uganda Cranes players frantically dug behind the goalposts and found juju. The secret was out. For 45 minutes play was stopped in chaos. When it began again, Jimmy Gatete scored the winning goal. Rwanda won 1-0.


The next week on my Monitor FM radio show we debated, “Do the Cranes need to hire a witchdoctor?” Though I argued against witchcraft most of my callers voted, “Yes.”


When it came to football many of us believed there was something beyond just physical prowess and teamwork.

We may make fun of others' superstition. However, it reveals a deep part of our created humanity’s struggle.


C.S. Lewis wrote, “For magic and applied science alike the problem is how to subdue reality to the wishes of men: the solution is a technique.”


We seek to manipulate the divine by our own creations.


This week at CCR we’ll take a look at an old instruction:


“Do not make idols that look like anything in the sky or on earth or in the ocean under the earth. Don't bow down and worship idols. I am the LORD your God, and I demand all your love. If you reject me, I will punish your families for three or four generations. But if you love me and obey my laws, I will be kind to your families for thousands of generations. my laws, I will be kind to your families for thousands of generations. Exodus 20:4-6 (Contemporary English Version.)"



I hope you will be there to join our journey.


Dave


P.S. CCR will start offering our Second Worship Service on Sunday, 6 March at our Four Year Thanksgiving Sunday. More details will shortly follow.