The Bicycle Evangelists and the Truck Caught In A Thicket

Gen 22:13  And Abraham lifted up his eyes, and looked, and behold behind him a ram caught in a thicket by his horns: and Abraham went and took the ram, and offered him up for a burnt offering in the stead of his son.

14  And Abraham called the name of that place Jehovahjireh: as it is said to this day, In the mount of the LORD it shall be seen.

 This account of my time in Tanzania took place somewhere in 2006.

I just got back from Arusha , Tanzania and hope to share some of the pictures with you on my next update.

Arusha is a tourist town close to Mt. Kilimanjaro , the largest mountain in Africa, over 19,000 feet high.  To my great dismay in  the town of Moshi at the foot of Kilimanjaro, the top of the huge mountain was shrouded over with clouds.

My hosts were Bishop Stephen Mbata and his wife Faith who pastor  six Mt. Horeb Churches  in Tanzania . My first two days were spent in Arusha teaching a seminar.

African Christians have a great hunger for the Word of God after receiving many years of preaching but little teaching. We saw powerful manifestations of the power of God especially in healings. People extended the palms of their hands forward and at the slapping of the palms everyone either was flung back or fell down under the power.

On Thursday we boarded a bus to Mabati, a town three hours away in rural Tanzania . We were to teach four-day seminar in Kisangaji, twenty miles from Mabati, where Mt. Horeb has one of its branches.

Upon our arrival, the last bus to Kisangaji had already departed. Two bicycle evangelists came to greet us on bicycles, the main mode of transportation in these rural areas. They proposed that I would ride for one hour on the back of a  bicycle. I frowned in anger really big at the Lord.

I knew that my displeasure was plain to all.

Then just like  in the account of Abraham and the ram caught in a thicket with the impending slaying of Isaac, I met my Jehovah Jireh.

As I lifted up my eyes and looked, a truck that would take Kisangajians to their destination for a small fee was just ready to leave.

I was immediately hoisted up and packed in with another twenty people and sat on top of big rice sacks. God gave me a rope to hold on that was tied to a bar on the truck and we all laughed at seeing this white man swaying back and forth like jello on the bumpy roads to Kisangaji.

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