This is Mati in her labor and delivery lean-to just before 6pm today. It’s now almost 9pm and it’s been raining for about two hours. The lean-to has been upgraded with the Chappells’ tarp, but she is still sitting on the ground in the rain in the dark waiting on her baby.
After nearly five weeks alone in Menya, we are happy to have the Chappells back so we can cram a month of Christmas celebration into ten days.
Today our local school held a graduation. Some of our folks got dressed up to celebrate.
I just heard 4 of our local men tell a visitor why they need a Bible in their own language—with the reasons we presented at our meeting.
Lest we lose sight of why we are here–and why we toil day after day to learn this language–we have regular reminders that we are living in a land of darkness and confusion. Here are two recent examples:
Mango trees in PNG only produce in a drought. It is a bountiful mango season.
Our little man-chick is growing up–and fighting the Chappells’
Belle has named our chickens and some of the neighbors’ that hang out in our yard. Click the pictures to see.