
We meet under a tent, on Fridays. We have a service with African style worship where dancing and yelling is encouraged. People cook for other people's kids when they are sick. We have guards posted outside 24 hours a day. We're always understaffed. We've planted 4 daughter churches in Sudanese refugee communities in Cairo. We baptized 6 youth at a service in February. The government spies on us. When I first arrived we were trying to relocate. It hasn't happened yet. A month after I arrived our senior pastor died in a tragic accident. That still hurts. Last year one of our staff confessed to stealing money from the church. He’s still family. Our acting Senior pastor and our Small groups pastor are both leaving in a week to begin new ministries. We don’t know how on earth to fill their shoes. We’re facing new hardships daily. We’re being pruned. But more and more people are coming to sing under our tent every week. We’re not a perfect church by any means but we keep finding that we’re God’s church and He loves us a great deal.
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