Festival de Páscoa
Easter was well worth the wait. It seems to be the pinnacle in the church's calendar here (and would be worthy of such a title). As such the technical folks (who are also the musical folks, directors, writers of songs........) went all out. We even had microphones for the drum kit, although only used three of them as we ran out of cables!
By the night before Easter, the church had been transformed for the young people's drama. By transformed I mean that all the rails were unscrewed, new curtains and drapes put up, heavy staging brought in from the rain, etc., etc... The church was overflowing, many people became Christians and it was a wonderful evening for which I was operating the sound desk.
I stayed behind after the drama to help turn the church back to normal for Easter morning, which involved all the re-ordering plus re-laying lots of cables. Then it was up early for the women's choir rehearsal at 7:30 (I was playing the piano for their rendition of 'Luz do Mundo'/'Light of the World'). I found somewhere to sit on the stage near the drumkit for the 8 o'clock service, which saw the church (as for most of the weekend) packed to overflowing.
The day progressed with much hard graft. Almost the whole day was spent at the church as it was transformed yet again into a choral stage worthy of any Sister Act movie.
Many colleagues and friends have said how much they were blessed by the evening, and they weren't even as privileged as I to be playing in the band. I'm not sure that words can adequately describe our evening. Thankfully, they won't have to, as I set up my recording equipment and the results were very good. Quite a relief to the guys on the sound desk, as they came to me at the end to say that their minidisc recorder hadn't worked. Tom was also very good with his camera: I kept seeing him creeping down the very narrow aisle to get more shots (very narrow because extra chairs had been put out ... I've heard an estimate that at least 1500 people were there). In addition, there was a guy with a fairly professional looking video/film camera who was roaming around the stage, so I'll see if we can get hands on a copy of that to bring home. I think it'll be in fair demand.
There was a slightly sourer note to part of the day, not that I let it affect the evening's proceedings. Heading home at about 1645 in order to get changed, I was full of the joys of the rainy season. Approaching the gate to our wee compound, I noticed one of the local dogs (something like an Alsation) padding over placidly so he would reach the gate at the same time as me. Aha, I thought to myself, he wants to get in. Dogs sometimes slip in when we open the gate - not really a huge issue, though it wasn't my plan to let him in. However, I didn't need to get far enough to think about that. As I approached the gate and prepared to push it open, some yappy little ball of fluff started, well, yapping excitedly at me. This in turn got the Alsation angry, and what better way to deal with stress than to growl and sink your teeth into the white man's leg? After getting my limb free from his jaws, I made my way into the flat. Needless to say, he didn't follow me through the gate, though I can't say that I stayed to make sure it was shut.
My clothes for the festival were traditional African dress, made of nice cream floaty material. The label said XXL and to be honest when I received it was more like a dress than anything else. So on Sexta-Feira Santa (Good Friday), I popped over to Janet's house (a Canadian family) and she made it Dave-size for me, with impressive speed.
As for the leg, my biggest worry was not rabies, but that blood would seep through onto my nice outfit. Praise the Lord, it's still cream. No real damage done, apart from some bruising and a dog's mouth-shaped cut. It wasn't deep, though, and no signs of rabies have manifested themselves. The medical opinion (although I didn't bother Steve with it) was that it's not deep enough to be a puncture wound, and as we've seen the dog around before and it's not showing any real signs of rabies, all is wonderful in the world.
No rest either on Monday morning as I had to be up early-ish as one of the congregation who hosts a local radio program wanted my recording so she could play some of it on the province's radio station. I had already planned to take the day off as rest after Easter, and the someone came round on Tuesday morning to say there was something going on at the hospital so I didn't have to teach then either. With the sun shining brightly, it was a nice restful start to the week, which I needed.
We head to Namibia on Saturday. Please pray that God would make his will clear, whatever that may be. Most people worry about the visa process; I'm just looking forward to having another tale to tell ...
It's Tom's birthday next week while we are in Namibia. As it happens, his sister Hannah also has a birthday next week, her 21st as well. She starts radiotherapy on Saturday and she'll be in isolation for that, so do pray for her, and for Tom.
I'm not sure whether I will have the opportunity to send anything from Namibia, but be assured that you will be in my thoughts and prayers.

