The Yellow Team in Central Egypt
The morning has broken and the sun is still making its way over the horizon of the desert. Silence hangs over the village of Qussia, like a city without life.
The silence is broken as the priest worships his Father with a chant.
The words of truth is echoes in the distance and rests in a quiet place like the dust after a storm.
The road to Bloemfontein through Lainsburg always seemed so long and unending until I followed the road that lead me to this village called Qussia.
Hours of traveling and all I could see was heat waves, sand, camels and desert and desert and desert…flat just like the Free State.
When our bus drove into the village it was like driving into an oasis.
The best looking crops I have seen this whole year.
Lush green date trees, people on donkeys and branches of the Nile River.
But this was not the cherry on the cake…!
When we entered the village we were escorted by Police officers.
I must confess I felt very important because we had armed guards by our side and we were lead to a door of a palace; the place where we are living now, the Bishop’s house.
I stood in the courtyard with my jaw on the ground, never have I seen such a beautiful house.
We are working and studying with the Coptic Christian Church.
The village we are in is the same place where Joseph and Mary fled with Jesus and they stayed here for six months.
We are doing a study on Church History and spending time in scripture, reflecting on the life of Moses.
During the day we are involved with the Church summer program:
Teaching English, working with the orphans, helping the teachers prepare for next term, helping the students with their Revelation program, Bible study, Sunday school ect.
The young people are very open and love making conversation.
We are having a very blessed time and getting so much insight.
I would like to share a scripture with you; the prophecy over Egypt.
Isaiah 19:19-25
