Here is a shot I took on our drive to Maradi, but I seriously could’ve taken this picture a thousand times because that is how all the bush-taxi drivers stack their vans! Doesn’t it look like it’ll tip over? I held my breath as this one navigated the pot-holed-road we were traveling. At least this portion has some pavement!
Around 9 p.m. the mats were packed with people of all ages, who came to hear what this man named Ish had to say…they do this every weekend, so it is expected that there is a teaching and time for questions, and even a meal of rice/noodles/onions afterward! I know the photo is dark, but I wanted to share the experience anyway. Gotta love the canon powershot! (my little digital cam)
As we all waited for the evening to come (with the cool of night!) Andy spent time with the men from the villages. They were eager to be with Ish*y*, and even played a game of pictionary in the sand to pass the time! Some games know no language barriers!
G*ail spends hours with the villagers, teaching them to read in Hausa language. From the moment we pulled up, they emerged from their huts, carrying their little “readers” for G*ail to read with them. A beautiful expression of love.
Blessed is he who has regard for the weak; the Lord delivers him in times of trouble. (Ps 41:1)
The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love. (Gal 5:6)
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Gal 6:9)
We just returned from a 9-day journey East to the city of Mar*di. We experienced so many things, and yet I am uncharacteristically speechless. I will briefly explain our trip, then let the pictures speak for themselves.
Our mission agency scheduled an orientation for the new missionaries over our two-week spring break. It took place East of Niamey in the second largest town in Niger called M*r*di. Here we learned about some history of church relations in the country, the agricultural efforts, the medical efforts, and the evangelism efforts of the m*ssion*ries. It was eye-opening and very educational for us! One highlight was being able to connect with two of our church-supported m*ss*onaries — Gail and Ish*y*. (I am masking some words for the protection of the people involved..you’ll have to guess what the real words are. Sorry!) We watched them share God’s love to these remote villagers, who probably think they are forgotten in this world! It was beautiful. Amidst the stark barrenness of the land, there was G*il, sharing her heart and teaching them to read….drip….drip…drip…watering the land with love.… and then that night, Ish* preached boldly to hundreds (some came miles!) for nearly two hours!...drip…drip…drip…watering the land with love. It was mighty! Made me think of the truth that those who drink of Jesus’ love will never “thirst” again. Our family will never forget that experience!
It is difficult (with the slow internet) to upload and add captions to each photo, so I will describe them in order here: above – in the bush with Ish an G*il in the village ZT; dinner with Ish and his family at his house; along the road there are many grain huts to be seen…the photos are loading slowly so I will try another tactic…stay tuned!)