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Published: July 27th 2009
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Low Tide
The rock on the right is the one we walked to on Thursday. On Friday nights, the house fills up with teachers and students from the school and all sorts of other people for prayer and worship. They oftentimes stay up well past midnight. The man who sort of leads it, Israel, says that Jesus could come at any time, so we better be ready. And it’s only one night a week. So last night, they all were here. There were half a dozen or so in the downstairs part of our building, praying fervently. It was cool to see and hear the passion in their voices. There was singing and praying and wailing and possibly speaking in tongues (we didn’t know if it was Kiswahili or some other language, or actual “tongues”). They put their everything into it! And, as much as I was glad for them to do it, I was glad they didn’t stay up until 3 a.m.
This morning, there wasn’t an agenda, but I was ready to work on the chicken coop some more. I got Wayne to help me, telling him that if he could get that one nail in, he could stay or go after that. He stayed and helped the rest of the morning, preferring
to stay busy on that than stand around at the school. It went a lot faster! George was helping us too. There were a few times we had to use the Skil saw and cut the existing boards to fit the new ones. The idea of anything being square here is sort of lost. George kept saying, “Slaughter the knots!” I was mostly around just to have ideas and to find wood that would fit.
There’s a hard wood here, which I can’t remember the name of, that I think is made out of iron. I told George that the name of it should be used as a swear word, like when you stub your toe or something. He thought it was funny. Then I just kept referring to the stuff as “swear board.”
We went to join the others at the school for lunch. The older kids have school for a few hours on Saturday, but the younger ones don’t at all. Spencer caught a big lizard and was showing it off.
After lunch, we had a meeting, just the 8 of us. The odd thing was, it kept being referred to as if we had
been meeting like this the entire trip, rather than this being the first one. We did a sort of devotional together, and then the Canadians went round and round on some mysterious topic. I was getting antsy, so I got up and was looking out the window. There was a woman who was trying to move a cow. I couldn’t tell if it was dead or alive, but she was pushing and pulling with all her might! It turns out it was alive, and she was trying to feed it some grasses.
After lunch, Sarah and I did some laundry (finally) and headed to the beach. The tide was way farther out, almost to where we walked on Thursday. I didn’t do much swimming, but enjoyed relaxing on the beach. The kids were busy with a football game, and then I taught them an old beach tradition from when I was a kid- burying people. My oh my did they enjoy that!
Bud found a super long green snake at the beach and was showing it off. I’m going to post some pictures of the gross animals in a separate blog. If you don’t like snakes and spiders
Burying Timothy
We made him a muscle man! and things, don’t look at it. (This is a warning for my mom.)
The rest of the evening was sort of slow, just hanging and finding the internet café. After dinner, we did a bit of a devotional as a group, and then Israel led us in some. I was wiped, so I left before worship started.
One of the boys here, Andrea (Andrew) is just a few months older than Tato, and he reminds me a lot of him. He’s quite the goofball! He runs and plays nonstop! I showed him a few things I do to Tato- including tickling him like crazy and flipping him up over my shoulder. I have a feeling, though, that pretty soon, Tato will be too big to do that to, and he’ll be doing it to me.
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