(a journal entry from December 21st)
photo taken by Erica Jansen
Last night we crossed a river via a shaky steel bridge and traversed up a mountain to a humble home overlooking Hindi village – our once-thought-to-be “high” in elevation home wasn’t so high after all, as we needed to tilt our heads downwards to make sight of our illuminated balcony. We were met by quite a crowd of Nepali people who, just like us, had made the upwards trek for the celebration. Here in Nepal these pre-Christmas celebrations are called “Christmas Caroling”, but they nowhere near resemble what you may be thinking. Gathered outside on a small dirt patch near someones home, upwards of 40-50 dance for the glory of the Lord. They usher in His coming with sweet Nepali tea, dance for a few hours, singing joyfully all along, and end the night with a feast of rice and chicken (or water buffalo), spicy veggies, and dal. Bellies full, we all galavanted down the mountain, headlamps illuminated. When we arrived “home” we snuggled up into our sleeping bags and dreamed of Christmas. These celebrations happen in various villages around the mountains for the few days leading up to Christmas. Although it does not remind me much of the traditions that we have at home, it was sweet to be able to feast with new friends and family, centering ourselves on the reality that the reason for such celebration and fellowship is Christ.
On another note, I am still in need of about $1,300 to meet my January 1st deadline in order to continue the race – please prayerfully consider supporting me! I promise to send a postcard from one of my remaining 5 countries to anyone who donates to my account. Happy Holidays!
