When we visit Ngong, we are usually met at the foot of the hills by several Masaai children. Some of them we know by name. (Joseph is the boy sitting down leisurely in front of the group.) They are there to take care of their goats or sell some of the crafts their mothers make, but since we usually go on Sabbath afternoons we never buy any thing from them. They seem to understand, and still really like being with us. On this particular Sabbath, we made the mistake of offering them a ride on our car (roof rack), and all of a sudden, rather than two or three, this huge crowd came running over. I'd never seen so many of them! When we reached the top, I took out some stickers I'd brought for them and gave everyone their own sheet. They loved them! As you can see, they plastered their faces with the colorful smiley face stickers. I asked if I could pose with them for a picture (sometimes the Masaai charge you for pictures), and they agreed. One girl offered to let PJ wea...
When it rains here, the Safari ants come out in droves. They form trails that can span pretty long distances (for an ant). Richard tried to mess them up by dropping rocks on their path. It reminded of the movie "It's a Bug's Life." One of my students would "play" with them on his way to school, and inevitably, during worship he'd find one or two crawling up his pants. Not fun!
“We’ve got to do this at least once a week. I haven’t talked to you in too long! But, let me go now so I can cry.” It’s been almost two months since I’ve talked to my neighbor. In that time, she’s visited her home country and returned to our host country. I’ve packed up our house, moved back to the United States (home?), spent six weeks visiting family while living out of a suitcase, and attended a Re-entry seminar. A few days after moving into our new “home”, I call her. We FaceTime, and she looks so tired. I know what’s she’s going through, every real, very exhausting detail of starting a new school year. I just want to reach through the screen and hug her. And then, when we hang up, I cry! Am I homesick? The same day I receive this text from another dear friend: “We’re driving to the airport. It’s hard to leave my kids behind.” For so long we’ve been praying that their family will be able to leave our host country. (They’ve been...
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