Yesterday morning I visited the church of Pastor Ossne, a Brazilian pastor I met at Bible study two weeks ago, Comunidade Crista da Vida, I think. It was nice, sort of charismatic I guess, we sang “This is my desire” and “The heart of worship” in Portuguese, I enjoyed it. They have a nice band and whole group of singers/dancers up in front, as you can see. They’re also having a seminar most of this week, which I hope to go to, which they flew in some Brazilian pastors for, and this is one of them, Luciano Subira, who is preaching. I really liked him, when I understood what he was saying, but between the accent, the distance (fairly big church with less than excellent acoustics) and noisy babies he could have been speaking sheer heresy the rest of the time for all I know…
Yesterday our water pump stopped working. It was working, but water was leaking out, so we thought we’d just keep it turned off until we needed it, like for showering, but then a friend and colleague of Clemilda’s came by, tried something, and it was almost 8 last night before I realised it wasn’t working at all anymore! Thank the Lord there is one tap in the yard connected to city water. You don’t know how spoiled you are until something like this happens! The worst thing is, we’re both moving out in a month’s time, and are not really excited about buying a new pump. Maybe we can just replace the balloon inside though. Suddenly I’m a lot more thankful to have water at all, and that at least we have electricity!
