The kids were incredible. Reaching out to grab your hand, the camera, just something they could hold onto. We didn't bring the Gospel. The Gospel was already there. He was already working His plans long before we arrived. It took us four days to complete the church. A few of the kids would call some of us "ntate", which I learned is "father" in Setswana. One particular boy, Thomas, was very enthusiastic about my camera. Every morning we were there, he'd run up to me, hug me around my waist, and then follow me around. I really miss him. He was around Aaron's age, and I think the two of them would love to play together. As I sat listening today to a few of the kids tell me their Spring Vacation stories, my mind sort of drifted back to the men, women, and children we met over there. I'm not against "soaking up the sun" on a beach in Florida (my wife and son actually did that), but I could not imagine a better place to spend a week than right where I was last week.