While expounding upon truths of the gospel in Menya, I’ve got to keep my head on a swivel—never know who’s sneaking up with a bush knife.
Thanks for the package, Amanda Gay et al!
At our small group meeting on Friday we had a lively discussion about different customs (like playing cards) and whether or not they are sinful.
Two weeks ago Api told me that his wife’s brothers were visiting from their village about half a day’s walk away. Api was developing plans to do some outreach in their village. As a first step, we decided we should take trip up there to visit.
Our Friday morning small group is still going strong. Every week follows this pattern: Everett and I go outside around 6:45am to build a fire. People stroll up between then and 7:15-ish depending on how cold it is (colder mornings slow people down considerably). Then we chat for a few minutes while Elizabeth passes out…
Leftovers just got a lot easier. Thanks to our new batteries we can power a microwave! We just used it for the first time.
Just when I think the day is done the knock comes for the ATVmbulance. I took Silia to the clinic last night after her husband chopped her arm with a machete…61 stitches.
Api (who has rocketed into my top 5 favorite Menyans) asked me yesterday if he and his wife, Tema, could come over so I could teach them something. So we had them for dinner by the fire tonight. Food menu: potatoes and greens; spiritual menu: grace and faith.
Since Roman and Katy were inconsistent in their attendance at our lessons and never expressed much understanding, I’ve been skeptical about what they have grasped. Roman showed up to our Sunday church meeting for the second week without Katy. When we were done, I asked him if I could come down to their house Monday…