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It's been a long day. We drove to the village we went to today. You can't even imagine the poverty we saw. There aren't words to accurately describe it. I just want to take these children home with me. They are amazed by us "muzungu's". When we touch their hands they get so happy. Their toys today: no condoms, too far away from the boma (city). One little girl had a corn cob with a little scrap of cloth tied around it, i think it was a doll. Another little girl (around 3) had a wrap around her like the women use to carry a baby, except this girl carried around a large rock! One little boy had a ball made from trash rolled up and wrapped with long pieces of grass. That's all the toys I saw today. We went hut to hut today and shared the gospel and invited them to the bible study and the bore hole (well). It is a lot harder than you would think. We'll probably get comfortably with it by the time we have to leave. We taught lessons from the Old Testament today. Bryan did so well. You would be proud of him. One person prayed to receive Christ today. About 70 came to the bible study, usually there are about 10. One lady asked us what one should do if they have demons inside telling them not to accept Christ, because you cannot serve 2 masters. Someone asked if Jesus was God or God's Son. When I was telling the story of the Israelites becoming slaves in Africa (Egypt) and how the Egyptians made them make their bricks and work their fields, it hit me. This is just like bible times! The well with women drawing water was right there. I could see a women separating the wheat from the chaff. They make their own bricks and grow their own food. They should really be able to grasp the bible better than Americans. They have no hope in this life of anything getting any better. The road to get here is so bad no one comes here. When military soldiers or officials do something wrong they get sent here for their post. So chances of things changing for them in this life are probably ZERO. But they can know peace. They can have forgiveness and spend eternity in heaven where there will be no more poverty, no more pain. That is what we are praying for.
On the lighter side... we ate African tonight. No termites though. We had nshema(corn pounded out and made into a thick paste) and relish (greens, onions and tomatoes fried in oil). You ball the nshema up in your hand and put your thumb into it to make like a spoon and then you dip it into the community bowl of relish. The relish was good, but they don't eat much of that. The nshema smelled like feet! Lets just say we are going to bed a little hungry tonight. Thank goodness we brought cereal bars and jerky!!
Last night Melissa and I stayed up laughing about our visit with the chief yesterday. We went to his home after church to meet with him. We waited a while until he was ready to see us. We were to bow, clap twice, and say something that translates, "Mr. Greater Than I." We met with him in an open hut that had a banner hanging in it that said "something Palace". We gave him a gift of American soap and beans. He was very kind. We we left we were supposed to bow and bob up and down clapping our hands and were instructed to never turn our back to him. After it became late we realized how humorous the whole thing was!!!

Please continue to pray for us. We go to another village tomorrow. We got permission from the police chief to show the Jesus Film on Saturday.

I miss my family sooooo much. I wish you were all here with me. Nothing is as good with out you! Hugs and kisses!!!!