We split up again for the last day ... half went to the conclusion of the conference, and the other half (the group I was in) went to an HIM orphanage the had been started the year before. Although nothing could compare with the first orphanage we visited, this was still a very special meeting. Shortly after we arrived, the children marched out to sing and recite some of their lessons to us. After that we taught them some songs, Zana spoke for a bit, and then we prayed prophetically over each child. At first the children in my line all refused prayer (!!), but later they warmed up when one boy got his stomach healed ... a lot of good and powerful words regarding the children's giftings and personalities and what God saw in them.
We brought along a lot of sports stuff for the children, and despite the order we had seen in this group so far, we let them run wild for a bit with the equipment.
During one of our trips somewhere, I forget where exactly, I had seen a group of kids playing soccer (football), and saw myself connecting with some of the children here by joining them .. but I had forgotten about this until now, the last day, when we got to do it, Tyson and I were on opposing teams, several heads taller than the rest of the crowd .. but then the driver came over to our side and began to help with offense, so I had an easy job on defense, standing around in the shade and getting to know some of the boys on our team a bit more. But then it was goodbye.
And goodbye again, to all the HIM pastors and leaders, at a Chinese restaurant at a resort in town, and we were off to the airport.
A brief moment of drama as we're about to check in and Keum cannot find his passport! We rifled through his things and had pretty much given up, but I kept feeling around and noticed a plastic ziploc bag with clothes in it that had not been searched, and in a folded pair of pants in there I found it! ("And there was much rejoicing ..!"), but we joked that Keum (or, "Kumar") now owed me (or "Harold"), big time, and we should now be inseparable, and Kumar should never refuse any request of Harold for the rest of the trip ... looking back, though, I think I just got a Bounty bar out of it ... with coconut .. and I hate coconut .. anyway, oddly enough, some Dutch girls Carol and I had met at the Sun N Sand resort in Kenya appeared in Amsterdam, and we shared a few more laughs at the expense of English tourists, who had apparently discovered that success in synchronized swimming shares a direct correlation with the sobriety of the swimmer .. what an idea!
Well, on that note ..
THE END!!! ^-^
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