This post was written while we were in Chad.
In southern Chad, it’s still harvest time. The mango trees have new leaves and are flowering (a sign that mango season is almost upon us.) A new millet variety that is very fruitful, bows in the sunset, a sign that it is ready to harvest.
In the land of the Kim people, they are starting to harvest and thresh the rice; they use the remaining straw to provide shade and to feed the animals. Unlike the north, there is plenty of grass for the animals to graze, so the Fulani have headed south early. And there are papayas and bananas in the market.
We worked really hard yesterday to get the papers for the Bible School in order. First we went to the Domaine (land office). The man in charge showed us the law indicating that those who pay late lose their land to the state. There was a period of silence, during which he received a phone call, and I heard him speaking in Z. So I made an appeal in Z, which he responded in surprise. I’m not sure if my appeal helped solve the question or not, but he graciously forgave the debt we owed.
Things went so well, we decided to go to the governor’s office to finish the paperwork! This allowed us to get the environment inspection done. The inspector spent the whole day at it, and was enthusiastic to stay there until the job was done. We discovered that there are 563 trees on the Bible School property.
Then we were off to the shops to try to find a solar panel. The residence of the on campus staff member is supposed to have running water, but the solar panel got stolen during summer break. There were only two shops selling them yesterday, and we went with the one that had the better reputation.
The Harvest of People
We returned quite late from the Bible school to the Youth Center. As we began crossing the one lane bridge tying them together, a big truck started coming from the other side. What followed for the next hour was an argument between that truck driver, who claimed to not have reverse on his truck, and the crowd that had come from the other side, mostly our driver friend from the church, arguing vehemently about who was going to back up. In the end, we were the ones who had to back up, even though we were two-thirds of the way across.
This morning, after paying some last bills and having one last meeting with the church, I met with a Laka friend. His language is closely related to Ngambai, a language that already has the Bible, so helping them to have the Bible is a lot easier than for most languages. He gave me some photocopies of Ngambai Scripture and a memory stick, and we will help him start using Adapt-It, the computer program that helps make translators convert one Bible translation into another. As with the eastern ethnic groups in the time of Joshua, he wants to get the Word of God into Laka as a memorial so the Laka will know that God is their God also.
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