After grabbing some lunch, we loaded up in the Great Commission pickup truck and headed to the funeral of a friend of Lincoln's.  What an experience. Three hours of pure cultural introduction, the only white guys among the 800 people there.  Hot, humid, almost fainted, wonderful, worshipful.  Lincoln's friend had quite a testimony in the community.  After the funeral we made our way to the House of Hope to see Zeke and Kora.  The road there was a disaster, but our visit was sweet.  More later, once I get a charge on this phone.