We know we have moved further into the city because this morning, what woke us up, were car horns blaring like mad at 5AM. We are at Ruanda parish in the city. Ruanda has been around for a while, for Tanzanian standards anyway. The plaque at the front of the church building says “1993,” and Ruanda has given birth to six other congregations who are all mega-congregations in their own right and thriving. Talk about an enterprising, evangelical bunch.
And speaking of enterprising, the road in front of the church got paved last year which is a great boon to the area. Businesses are going up by the side of the road and the church did not want to be left out. So they constructed, are constructing, an African version of a strip mall with 28 little stores. They are already all rented out even though the roof is not even on yet. One of those little stores will belong to Veronica and the two Singer sewing machines which arrived in last year’s container. She will employ a couple of folks to sew ladies’ dresses and men’s suits. How cool is that.
Yesterday we saw the carpenters sawing each roof beam for the strip mall by hand. Randy just shook his head and said: “Look at this. Not a circular saw or a power nailer in sight. How hard these people work.” And that is about right.
So the hard work continues. Ruanda parish thrives because it makes use of all of its resources and sees itself firmly planted in the community and works hard…so hard at everything.