Today (Sunday) we went to church in one of the villages here. It was a hard hike with the whole family, but worth it. We got to see Mibu people teaching in the church, and singing and praying to our God. The entire service was in the hands of the Mibu believers–no missionary input at this point. It was a vision of what we hope to see in another tribe in the future.
P.S. Watching these eleven or twelve year old girls who are barely larger than Belle carry our girls up a treacherously steep, muddy mountainside without trouble while I was sucking wind with our lightest child on my back did not make me feel especially manly.
P.P.S. Yes, we walked over that bridge.