The other day we went out to the bush into the small villages. I really, really enjoyed it. The kids saw our cameras and obviously went crazy. I took about a million pictures. I exhausted all my knowledge off Makua in about a minute and then we went off of body language: made faces at each other, hand shakes, clapped, made motions to communicate… These people just keep talking to me even when I look at them completely confused. They think if they say it 12 times, I'll understand. I don't. But it's funny. And then I just say the same thing I said before like "how is your family?"
We also did a Bible study in this little straw hut with some guys, and I didn't understand a word of it, but it was still pretty cool. I mean, that's about as missionary as it gets. I couldn't feel any more "out there."
Fri, June 12, 2009
by Harrison Dell