After a bone jarring pothole slamming last stretch of road we skidded to a stop beside a bamboo hut- the Bible School. We slept on the bamboo stage under mozzie nets and it was relatively comfortable even though Jenny had turned into a baby zombie by that time.
In the morning, the village rose with the chickens and we could hear the muslim prayer call echoing from the valley as well as see the orange robed Buddhists monks chanting as they walked in single file. Josh was difficult to wake and I could hear the villagers say to the Thai pastors, 'oh your poor friends must be tired from the travel'.
After breakfast of noodles, we went to pay a visit to the village cheif. He was surprisingly young- the Karen elect their cheifs based on education among other traits- and he was the only born-again Christian in the village he led.
We heard some of his struggles, he invited my church to return and partner in ministry there and we prayed for his family, especially his new baby. Fairly important meeting, I thought.
In the morning, the village rose with the chickens and we could hear the muslim prayer call echoing from the valley as well as see the orange robed Buddhists monks chanting as they walked in single file. Josh was difficult to wake and I could hear the villagers say to the Thai pastors, 'oh your poor friends must be tired from the travel'.
After breakfast of noodles, we went to pay a visit to the village cheif. He was surprisingly young- the Karen elect their cheifs based on education among other traits- and he was the only born-again Christian in the village he led.
We heard some of his struggles, he invited my church to return and partner in ministry there and we prayed for his family, especially his new baby. Fairly important meeting, I thought.
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