So, Friday night, David takes me to one of the Literacy groups that meets...these are held in many different villages and the people learn how to read and write in their own language. David trains the teachers (who are indigenous people) who then go to their villages to teach the people their own language. They use scriptures as their text book with the goal that as people engage with the Scriptures they will learn about who God is from Gods' Word.
So, there is no way to get this village except by motorcycle, so one of David's evangelists and literacy teachers is Elijah. Elijah has me ride on the back of his "moto" as they call it, and we travel about a half an hour to this remote village. They have a class with the whole village there (men, women, boys, girls) and they all learn a language lesson...in the dark...by flashlight...but it's really cool...they all got to practice speaking and writing the words...
So after the lesson, David had to introduce his "stranger" to them (that's me!) So I told them how much I enjoyed being with them and how wonderful their country is (Elijah translated). So after that, some of them gathered together and David said, "Let's walk over here, they are trying to figure out what gift to give you..." How nice, they are going to give me, the "stranger", a gift...what could it be???? David then said, "You might be carrying home a chicken..." I didn't have much time to process this idea when they all came over and handed me a LIVE chicken by the legs...which I now had to carry...on the back of a motorcycle...for a half hour ride home...in the dark...no helmet...I was touched...gotta love Africa!!! The Lord answered my prayer that the chicken wouldn't poop on the way home...I only have so many pairs of pants...
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