We awake early yet again, load the vehicle, get fuel, and head slowly
down the road. Our research tells us several things. There is a good
mechanic in Doba who can probably fix our brake issues. Also, there are
reports that another road previously closed by flooding is now open and
that it might be better than the road between Lai and Doba. We ask God's
direction and continue down the road.
The paved road is as good as some I have seen in the States. It is
amazing. I'm not sure who funded it, but I think European Union and
maybe the Chinese oil drillers.
At Doba the brake problem is fixed. We fill up on fuel and continue.
After Mondou, we leave the paved road and begin the last leg of our
adventure. The road slowly gets worse and worse. At one large mud pit,
the locals had cut branches and logs and demanded a fee before allowing
us through. I gave them 100cfa, or about 20 cents.
When we were just about 20km away from home, the road widened into a
massive spread of black slop. I chose what looked like the best route,
but got stuck in the mud. We had made it through so many obstacles and
so much deep mud, and now we are stuck in a shallow slop? I am not
feeling well. Melody takes my temperature and I am 100.7 degrees. I just
want to get home at this point.
We pray earnestly to God to help us and for the angels to push and lift
us. We dug ramps and put a board under one of the tires. Spinning and
slinging mud, I barely pulled out and got the vehicle back onto some
more solid ground. Thank you, Lord!
We arrived home, tired and exhausted, but awed by God's protection and
help on our long journey. We had passed over 500 kilometers on African
roads, about a third of that over mud and sand, and we are safe. The
vehicles arrived safely. And we left behind a happy congregation who I
ma sure worshiped joyfully last Sabbath for the first time in their new
church building.
P.S. My fever was caused by malaria. I am currently on treatment.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Koumra Adventure August 30
With another early start, we depart for the church site one more time.
Though our start is a bit late in the morning, we make good progress.
People are helpful and happy and there is a sense of excitement in the air.
Not a single piece of steel is missing and we complete the church.
A guy looked for parts to fix the vehicle, but did not find any. We
wonder if we will have to go back on public transport.
In the evening, adults and children gather together sing several songs.
There is a speech or two, thanking God for the donors and for the gift
of this new church.
After our baths, they feed us a meal of rice and black-eyed peas. Peanut
oil and sugar were the two provided condiments. Sweet beans are actually
pretty good.
It is night now, but the prospective Bible students for our Bible school
want to have a meeting with me. I answer their many questions as best as
I can and tell them to keep in touch.
We are all grateful to God for bringing us this far and for allowing us
to be successful in constructing the church. We do not know how we will
make it home tomorrow, but we go to sleep and leave that decision for
tomorrow.
Though our start is a bit late in the morning, we make good progress.
People are helpful and happy and there is a sense of excitement in the air.
Not a single piece of steel is missing and we complete the church.
A guy looked for parts to fix the vehicle, but did not find any. We
wonder if we will have to go back on public transport.
In the evening, adults and children gather together sing several songs.
There is a speech or two, thanking God for the donors and for the gift
of this new church.
After our baths, they feed us a meal of rice and black-eyed peas. Peanut
oil and sugar were the two provided condiments. Sweet beans are actually
pretty good.
It is night now, but the prospective Bible students for our Bible school
want to have a meeting with me. I answer their many questions as best as
I can and tell them to keep in touch.
We are all grateful to God for bringing us this far and for allowing us
to be successful in constructing the church. We do not know how we will
make it home tomorrow, but we go to sleep and leave that decision for
tomorrow.
Koumra Adventure August 29
We awake early and load the vehicle with supplies and get some fuel. We
head out of town about 15km and arrive at the church site. The people
had built walls for a church before, but the wind had blown the walls
down. We see some corners of the old structure and a pile of twisted
rebar, cement crumbles, and brick heaps obscured by brush and weeds.
I ask, "Can I see your cement and sand and gravel please?" They seem
bewildered. "Didn't you get my SMS message about that?" one person
inquires. "Well, I didn't see any." "Must be the problem of bad signal,"
another concludes.
We are ready to turn around and go back home. Nobody is ready. No
materials are here. We only have foundation stakes with us. But we
decide to do the best we can with the circumstances we find ourselves
in. I say in no unclear terms, "If we do not get cement and gravel this
morning, and if we do not have a site ready, we cannot finish your church."
All of a sudden, the church members get moving pretty quickly. They cut
and clear and move bricks. They crush old cement and extract enough
gravel to use for our foundation holes. The ladies go with bowls and
collect sand from the road. A man comes back on a motorcycle with the
two sacks of cement.
We measure out the foundation, and by late afternoon, all the stakes are
perfectly set. We still have no materials to complete the church.
Throughout the day we were given gifts of raw peanuts in the shells, raw
eggplant (to eat like an apple), and boiled corn on the cob. These
filled some cracks in our stomachs.
Because there is not sufficient water at the place where we are staying,
we all bathed here. The "shower" was a combination toilet/bathing area
surrounded by a meek and feeble grass-and-sticks "fence" about waist
high. Indeed, we note the interesting challenges of living in the bush.
When we return to our sleeping house back in town, we are half happy and
half dismayed to find a heap of material for three churches scattered on
the ground. It is late. We are tired. But if we don't push, it won't get
done. So we sort all those pieces -- about 370 of them -- into piles of
church 1, church 2, and church 3.
After 10pm, we finally get to grab a few bites to eat. White bread from
the market with peanut butter and some nuts and dried fruit we brought
from home. We quickly fall asleep.
head out of town about 15km and arrive at the church site. The people
had built walls for a church before, but the wind had blown the walls
down. We see some corners of the old structure and a pile of twisted
rebar, cement crumbles, and brick heaps obscured by brush and weeds.
I ask, "Can I see your cement and sand and gravel please?" They seem
bewildered. "Didn't you get my SMS message about that?" one person
inquires. "Well, I didn't see any." "Must be the problem of bad signal,"
another concludes.
We are ready to turn around and go back home. Nobody is ready. No
materials are here. We only have foundation stakes with us. But we
decide to do the best we can with the circumstances we find ourselves
in. I say in no unclear terms, "If we do not get cement and gravel this
morning, and if we do not have a site ready, we cannot finish your church."
All of a sudden, the church members get moving pretty quickly. They cut
and clear and move bricks. They crush old cement and extract enough
gravel to use for our foundation holes. The ladies go with bowls and
collect sand from the road. A man comes back on a motorcycle with the
two sacks of cement.
We measure out the foundation, and by late afternoon, all the stakes are
perfectly set. We still have no materials to complete the church.
Throughout the day we were given gifts of raw peanuts in the shells, raw
eggplant (to eat like an apple), and boiled corn on the cob. These
filled some cracks in our stomachs.
Because there is not sufficient water at the place where we are staying,
we all bathed here. The "shower" was a combination toilet/bathing area
surrounded by a meek and feeble grass-and-sticks "fence" about waist
high. Indeed, we note the interesting challenges of living in the bush.
When we return to our sleeping house back in town, we are half happy and
half dismayed to find a heap of material for three churches scattered on
the ground. It is late. We are tired. But if we don't push, it won't get
done. So we sort all those pieces -- about 370 of them -- into piles of
church 1, church 2, and church 3.
After 10pm, we finally get to grab a few bites to eat. White bread from
the market with peanut butter and some nuts and dried fruit we brought
from home. We quickly fall asleep.
Koumra Adventure August 28
We have a long-standing request to build three One-day-churches in the
area of Koumra, a village about 230km south-east of here. Because of our
schedules, we determine that this week will be the week to go down
there. We have been assured that the materials are going to be there
already and that each site has been prepared and that there is cement,
sand, and gravel for the foundations.
Last evening we loaded up the hospital Land Cruiser with the materials
after double checking that everything on the list of tools was there. I
decided to throw in an extra bag of each type of screws in case some get
stolen or for some reason we need more.
We were rolling out before 5am, and had been told to expect about a
4-hour trip. I decided to take our motorbike to help with any troubles
we might have with the vehicle. Almost right away, we encountered a
large, deep puddle. We went through with the motorbike, but it was
almost too deep. The truck made it through, barely, and we continued
toward Lai.
Then, less than an hour into our journey, the brakes got weak. We bled
the front brakes and cleaned and adjusted the back brakes. In the rice
fields beside us, naked fishermen were checking their nets and hooks for
fish. Our brakes were significantly improved, so we decided to continue.
Upon reaching Lai only 22km along our journey, the road near the river
was swamped in areas. The level of the river was higher than the road.
Once we got on a more built-up road, progress was slow, but OK. We
encountered lots of mud and mud puddles. Sections of the road were
wonderfully smooth.
Then we got away from town and the road got less wide and was not built
up anymore. We were now out in the bush. I kept thinking, "If the road
gets much worse, we'll have to cancel the trip." Then I thought, "If we
turn around, we have to face all the obstacles we already have been
through." On we pushed, through small towns, through hundreds of mud
puddles, over deep ruts and gullies.
We pass a vehicle coming from the other direction. We ask him about the
road ahead. He said, "There's a little water but nothing bad. No
problem." We are encouraged to push ahead.
Around 11am, we encounter a vast stretch of water. We ask the people,
"Is it deep?" They say, "The truck is fine, but only put one person on
the motorbike." Darren and Joanne were on the bike at the time, and they
decided to both go ahead and test it out. I followed in the vehicle.
Ahead, I saw them sink deeper and deeper until the water was almost knee
deep, close to the level of the air intake. Darren stops the bike, and
the man zooms up with his dugout canoe to "rescue" Joanne. She hops into
the canoe and is ferried to the other shore. Darren verifies the path,
and the vehicle makes it fine.
As we mount the next hill and view the other side I comment, "This may
be the end of progress for today." Ahead is a low area of land
completely swamped with water. We cannot see anything but water ahead. I
decide to walk this section. It started shallow, but deepened until
almost waist level on me. There is no way we can even push a motorbike
through this. It would be mostly submerged. "We can put your motorbike
in the canoe," the men eagerly suggest. "For a fee," I think. But what
are we to do? Is it wise to put a new motorcycle in a tippy dugout? But
these guys know how to operate a canoe. So we load the canoe with the
motorbike, and Joanne gets in, too. Eventually, both the vehicle and
bike cross this section of probably 500-700 meters of water.
The people say this is all, and that the rest is fine. We encounter more
water across the road and more mud pits, but eventually we make it to
the paved road at Doba. We are half-way on our journey now.
Because of increasing brake troubles, we progress slowly. Eventually we
make it to the place where we will stay for the night. We ask some
questions and begin figuring out some discouraging news. "The pastor is
not here yet. He's the only one that can show you the church land." "The
materials are not here yet." "The land for the second church has been
taken back by the government." "The land for the third church is
inaccessible because the roads are under water."
What are we to do now? We have been promised that everything is ready.
Now we are told that two places are not even an option, and we have no
materials yet for the one place that might be an option 15km away. We
wound not have come if we knew this. Maybe that is why they didn't tell
us. We leave this situation in God's hands and sleep, not knowing what
tomorrow will bring.
area of Koumra, a village about 230km south-east of here. Because of our
schedules, we determine that this week will be the week to go down
there. We have been assured that the materials are going to be there
already and that each site has been prepared and that there is cement,
sand, and gravel for the foundations.
Last evening we loaded up the hospital Land Cruiser with the materials
after double checking that everything on the list of tools was there. I
decided to throw in an extra bag of each type of screws in case some get
stolen or for some reason we need more.
We were rolling out before 5am, and had been told to expect about a
4-hour trip. I decided to take our motorbike to help with any troubles
we might have with the vehicle. Almost right away, we encountered a
large, deep puddle. We went through with the motorbike, but it was
almost too deep. The truck made it through, barely, and we continued
toward Lai.
Then, less than an hour into our journey, the brakes got weak. We bled
the front brakes and cleaned and adjusted the back brakes. In the rice
fields beside us, naked fishermen were checking their nets and hooks for
fish. Our brakes were significantly improved, so we decided to continue.
Upon reaching Lai only 22km along our journey, the road near the river
was swamped in areas. The level of the river was higher than the road.
Once we got on a more built-up road, progress was slow, but OK. We
encountered lots of mud and mud puddles. Sections of the road were
wonderfully smooth.
Then we got away from town and the road got less wide and was not built
up anymore. We were now out in the bush. I kept thinking, "If the road
gets much worse, we'll have to cancel the trip." Then I thought, "If we
turn around, we have to face all the obstacles we already have been
through." On we pushed, through small towns, through hundreds of mud
puddles, over deep ruts and gullies.
We pass a vehicle coming from the other direction. We ask him about the
road ahead. He said, "There's a little water but nothing bad. No
problem." We are encouraged to push ahead.
Around 11am, we encounter a vast stretch of water. We ask the people,
"Is it deep?" They say, "The truck is fine, but only put one person on
the motorbike." Darren and Joanne were on the bike at the time, and they
decided to both go ahead and test it out. I followed in the vehicle.
Ahead, I saw them sink deeper and deeper until the water was almost knee
deep, close to the level of the air intake. Darren stops the bike, and
the man zooms up with his dugout canoe to "rescue" Joanne. She hops into
the canoe and is ferried to the other shore. Darren verifies the path,
and the vehicle makes it fine.
As we mount the next hill and view the other side I comment, "This may
be the end of progress for today." Ahead is a low area of land
completely swamped with water. We cannot see anything but water ahead. I
decide to walk this section. It started shallow, but deepened until
almost waist level on me. There is no way we can even push a motorbike
through this. It would be mostly submerged. "We can put your motorbike
in the canoe," the men eagerly suggest. "For a fee," I think. But what
are we to do? Is it wise to put a new motorcycle in a tippy dugout? But
these guys know how to operate a canoe. So we load the canoe with the
motorbike, and Joanne gets in, too. Eventually, both the vehicle and
bike cross this section of probably 500-700 meters of water.
The people say this is all, and that the rest is fine. We encounter more
water across the road and more mud pits, but eventually we make it to
the paved road at Doba. We are half-way on our journey now.
Because of increasing brake troubles, we progress slowly. Eventually we
make it to the place where we will stay for the night. We ask some
questions and begin figuring out some discouraging news. "The pastor is
not here yet. He's the only one that can show you the church land." "The
materials are not here yet." "The land for the second church has been
taken back by the government." "The land for the third church is
inaccessible because the roads are under water."
What are we to do now? We have been promised that everything is ready.
Now we are told that two places are not even an option, and we have no
materials yet for the one place that might be an option 15km away. We
wound not have come if we knew this. Maybe that is why they didn't tell
us. We leave this situation in God's hands and sleep, not knowing what
tomorrow will bring.
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