Last update from Madagascar

Well our time in the bush is offically over. This past 10 days has
been incredible. We had a week in the Bush; followed by an amazing
team debrief time on the Island of Santa Marie. Through a long and
complex series of events, Jason, Cedric and myself, along with our
translator Theo, were by ourselves in the bush... and we felt God was
telling us to do some trecking. So we found out about nearbye
villages without churches, sent letters telling them we were coming;
and journeyed into the bush to villages that no white person has been
to before, or so they told us. We did evangelism, testimonies from
our lives, stories from the bible and played a few games of soccer
while managing to travel about 75 Kilometers, by foot, in 5 days.
46 people prayed to recieve Jesus, and the villlage we visited
farthest away from civilization was planning on starting a church
after we shared with them. We were not around sunday to see how that
went, but you can be praying for the village; which name translated
means village of many stones, which has 46 new believers, and
hopefully a new church. Pray that many stones would become living
stones through the work that the Holy spirit is doing there. We also
were able to preach again in the village we planted a church the first
week. Saw some new faces, and some friends, and I think the church
was really encouraged to see us again. That is the same village the
lame boy was healed last month, he came running out to meet us, no
trace of a limp or deformation or anything, God is amazing.
Thursday we met the rest of the team, along with Pierre; our
schools co leader. We took a bush taxi, then a boat to the Island of
Santa Marie; which you all should google right now and see pictures
because it is amazing. We had three days of really nice weather; and
great teambuilding and fellowship time, snorkeling, fishing, hiking,
visiting pirate graveyards... you know. Our day of departure turned
out to be a hurricane, the boat was canceled and we were stuck for an
extra day; watching the rain come down in sheets. The next day the
boat was in danger of being canceled again, and it eventually was, so
we ended up getting on a little puddle jumper plane and flying back to
Tamatave so we wouldnt miss our departure arrangements. So, a little
crazy, a little hecktic, but God is good and we are on our way. God
bless you guys, thanks for all the prayers, remember us as we have a
day of car travel, a day of plane travel and a day of train travel
still ahead of us before we reach burtigny.
Andrew