Village Life

Returned yesterday from our 3 day trip to a village. It took us 3 hours by taxi to get there, yet we could still see the city from which we left across the valley. While we were there we taught people about what a mature fellowship of believers looks like in 5 different sessions. This fellowship was 120 years old, yet somewhere along the way lost the focus of a mature church should have. People here love to show hospitality to guests. While we were there, multiple people wanted us to visit for tea. So we would go house to house, then through some trails and come upon a few more houses. This went on each evening. The oldest man, pictured above, would walk over half an hour through steep trails to reach the fellowship. On our third and final night one of the elders had us stay at his home. A twenty minute walk down the mountain. These trails weren't difficult, but many times they walk them at night with no flashlight. We also met a man who was deaf, mute, and walked barefoot. His village was over 2 hours away walking, yet he would show up each day. There was no way of communicating with him, but when there are programs going on at different villages he just shows up. No one tells him these things are going on, yet somehow he knows..