We went back to see her…the woman we had prayed over the night before, the night of the fire, the night she lay face-down in the mud as her home burned down, the night khawajas and Nuer prayed over her, and the night God came in mighty power. We had known that the hut would be completely destroyed, but when we walked up and saw that all that was left were charred remains of a mud wall, I realized just how huge the night before had been. We had been there, amidst the lightning and rain, amidst the gunshots, amidst the Nuer songs, amidst the chaos…we had been there. More importantly, God had been there.
Snapshot of Friday:
-Bible School, where Kerry taught the first of the final three stories to the students
-Nancy was chased out of the bathroom hut by a snake
-Go with Kerry, Buay, and Blaise to the brand new Nasir Youth Development Center, where I try (unsuccessfully) to email our team update to Aid Sudan
-Walk out to the radio tower
-Play with the kiddos and help where we’re needed
-Walk back to the compound
-Visited Lazari’s burned tukul, prayed over her and her family, and received blessings from the elders
After the Bible School dismissed, we went to the youth center to email Aid Sudan, but the wifi wouldn’t work (wifi in Nasir? yes, it’s weird). While trying to figure it out, Blaise grabbed this incriminating picture of Kampala’s IT person baffled…
Buay didn’t know either…
After a short break on the compound, we walked out to the radio tower to start working on getting the satellite up and running for Saturday’s inaugural broadcast…
This is a cow sculpted out of mud. Buay told us that when he was a young boy in the refugee camp, a khawaja came and bought one of his little mud cows from him. He didn’t understand why, but I totally would have bought this kid’s cow, too!
Goi…
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Nancy lives her life by Isaiah 55: “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters.” The kids were thirsty, so Nancy poured her water into a little cup and shared with each of them…
Buay had been in Sudan working for 9 months by the time we got there. He had been building the school in Kierwan and the radio room out at the radio tower, no easy feats. I opened a packet of Grape Gatorade to pour into my water bottle, and he smelled the grape. He was like, “Oh man, y’all are killing me with that grape!” So, I went and got him a packet. He was overjoyed by the flavor…so from then on we tried to keep him supplied with flavored drink mixes!
After relaxing for a little bit following the walk to the radio tower and back (in 100+ degree temps), we decided to walk over to Lazari’s hut (not her real name, but since we failed to get her real name, that’s what we called her). We wanted to check on her and pray with them again. It was SUCH a tremendous blessing to see that she had survived the lightning strike, and so we sat with them in a family member’s hut and prayed. The ladies told us that they had seen us at the fire and they were so thankful for our prayers, and then the eldest ladies told us that the dust of our feet would carry peace with it wherever we would go. What a blessing! Here’s the burned hut…
On our walk back to our compound, we met these little boys. They were absolute characters, and we’re sure that the one in the orange will be a future polician with the way he greeted us and carried himself…
It was another busy day, especially out at the tower in preparation for the inaugural broadcast the following night. We were blessed everywhere we turned, though, and we were another day closer to meeting our big trip goals!
Highs:
-Visiting Lazari and being able to pray with she and her family
-Seeing the kiddos out at the radio tower again this year…they are precious!
Lows:
-Seeing the ruined state of the hut