They repacked their backpacks. They said their goodbyes. They set out to travel over rough, potholed roads to return home. Many would travel over two days. They faced numbing hours of uncomfortable public transport (think of over-used, over-crowded vans, not Greyhound Buses). Most of them would walk for miles next to busy highways that would be clouded in exhaust fumes. They would arrive home covered with gritty, milk-chocolate-colored African dust.
No one minded. Continue reading “Pastors on the Grow”
