About the time this post is published, I will be in a car bound for Morondava. I never imagined I would be traveling so much in Madagascar, but I’m off again, this time to a city on the West coast. It’s twenty-four hours worth of driving; there is nowhere you can get quickly here in Madagascar. We will be there ten days, helping put together a youth conference (youth here means 15-30 year-olds). Please pray that we would have safe travels, and that these “youth” would be impacted by our teaching.