So
the ridiculousness of the village has continued. It rains all day everyday here and ministry
comes to halt as it rains. We pick green
beans for ministry and we’re not able to do that while it rains. The village is filled with many
children. Each family has kids upon kids
as well there’s not much to do around here, but… And the kids are simply out of control.
Kids playing in the rain.
There is no discipline. As we invited the kids into our living
quarters one afternoon it turned into mad chaos. The kids were chasing each other, beating one
another, one kid peed on the ground.
It’s tough to teach English to kids who have no experience with
schooling whatsoever. As Alex has put
it, “It’s kids paradise: there’s no school, no parents telling you what to do,
you play in the rain and mud every day, and you eat with your hands.”
Me attempting to teach the children English.
I preached at church this
morning. Hopefully the sermon went
well. The pastor simply left town the
morning of church so it was up to us and our translator to call the village in
for worship. I was able to challenge the
men (5 of them in all) as opposed to 20 women to step up and take leadership in
their families. We bought a lot of food,
but it seems to be disappearing, I have a feeling were feeding our village and
the village next to us (I guess I can’t be upset with that). We eat anchovies daily. We simply eat with our hands. Rice drowned in soy sauce sure does stick to
fingers. Life just keeps getting crazier
and crazier. Hopefully we can figure out
how to survive this and allow God to somehow use us to make a small impact on
these people’s lives.
Me preaching and challenging the village chief.
