Children are a gift from God. Part 2 School daze!

“Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Proverbs 22:6

School days -- School days -- Little golden rule days.

School is part of life for most children in the U.S. and developed countries around the world.  Parents, even governments, realize the importance of reading, writing, and arithmetic.

However for children in most of Africa, school is not a necessary part of life, it is a privilege.

South Sudan is a young nation – not only as a new country; but, over 40% of the population of South Sudan is under 14 years of age – this is an amazing statistic – children make up almost half of the population.   

Children are a gift from God. Part 1 Babies

"Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children."      Proverbs 17:6

Children are a blessing from God – in trying to find this verse in the Bible, I failed; it may not be there, but it is implied through many scriptures.  This sentiment is revealed in most cultures and the people groups in South Sudan are no exception.

So, we were surprised our first weeks in South Sudan to notice women without children on their backs.  We actually discussed this together, “Where are the babies – do they not carry their babies with them?”  We were astonished that we had not seen South Sudanese women carrying babies on their backs.  We noticed some ex-pat Kenyan or Ugandan women with babies on their backs, but where were the South Sudanese babies?

We discovered the answer one morning at church when a woman walked up carrying a goat-skin carrier under her arm. She put it down on her lap and lo and behold there was a baby inside!  Imagine our surprise.

Now in our defense, mothers always have a cloth or light blanket across their shoulder covering the baby as they are walking; so you really can’t see the baby.  The image to the right shows the way they carry their babies without the blanket covering and the inset at the top left corner on the picture shows how the carrier holds the baby.

Ingenious – and quite unique, we haven’t seen anything like it in any other part of Africa. 

Not all South Sudanese people groups use this type of carrier, but the Dinka and the Nuer do.  The Toposa use a goat skin carrier, but they are fashioned so that the baby is carried on the mother’s back and not under her arm.

Armed with this knowledge, we happened upon another sight weeks later.  While walking through a family settlement we noticed something hanging from a tree. (See the image at the left)

The inset image on the bottom left of the picture allows you see what we saw when we peeked inside.  This newborn is napping quite happily in his goat skin carrier while gently swaying in the breeze under the shade of their large tree.

Not to be undone – Debbie felt she needed to acquire a baby carrier – it being so unique and useful, never mind that fact that there will be no more babies, except possibly grand-babies one day, coming our way.  

Since these are not sold in the market, but are made as needed, we asked a South Sudanese friend if he could procure a baby carrier for Mama! Grinning, he said he would try, and several weeks later he brought two baby carriers up to the house. 

Here,  the lady who made our baby carriers is demonstrating their use.

Children are a gift from God.

Pray for God’s people to grasp a vision for teaching His truths to Dinka children that they may grow in the knowledge of God.

The infant mortality rate is high in South Sudan. Good medical facilities and trained personnel are needed to care for sick and malnourished children. Vaccinations and medicines are needed to help South Sudanese children grow healthy and strong.  Pray that God would supply these needs.

 

These feet were made for walking…and other modes of transport in South Sudan

"Come, O house of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the LORD."  Isaiah 2:5

You, who have been part of our journey in South Sudan, have witnessed the abominable road conditions that are likely to exist.   As you would guess, walking is the most frequently used mode of getting from one place to another; happily walking isn't dependent upon road conditions.  

While we were stateside we enjoyed walking for exercise; but that is very different from walking out of the necessity of getting from one place to another.  We have witnessed people walking to the hospital; four men, one at each corner of the blanket walking for two days transporting their sick relative/friend to the hospital.

Folks don’t give a second thought to walking two, four or even ten miles to town or school – two miles to fetch water is an everyday occurrence for most women, farther than that and they would most likely try to use a bicycle. 

Speaking of bicycles…

Next to walking, bicycling is the next most common mode of transport. Those who have the means of purchasing a bicycle try to do so.  While we often see bicycles carrying paying passengers or transporting loads of goods; the picture on the right is unique to South Sudan (at least for us).  A good idea for transporting those too young to “hang on" well – although this little fella looks like he is pretty good at “hanging on” – a good thing too as his driver seems to be talking on his cell phone while dodging potholes, animals, cars and people.

Awaiting customers

Motor bikes are another popular means of movement. While they preserve your strength, they deplete your wallet; however, in South Sudan, motorcycles are used as taxis throughout the country.  There are very few automotive taxis. Motor bikes can maneuver paths in the bush where cars cannot go. 

 

---AND --- as in all of Africa, there is always room for one more. So don’t think you are limited to only one passenger!

Unfortunately the AK47 is also a frequent sight.  

Around town these little tuk-tuk vehicles can be seen.  With a motorcycle front and a seated trailer behind, they afford a bit of protection from the ever-present dust.  They are more comfortable than the back of a motorcycle and can carry more goods safely. However as you may guess, they cost a bit more to hire than your regular motorbike and are operated only in the town centers.

Here you go!!

 This young Dinka man has polio and is unable to walk; however he has a convenient mode of transport which is eco-fuel efficient and can go practically anywhere!

 

This is a frequent sight, especially on the major transportation route which travels in front of the Baptist compound. 

Long distance trucks transporting goods to all parts of South Sudan can take weeks to travel the distance from Uganda or Kenya to their destinations in South Sudan. (Notice the men sitting on top of the load.) Three or four men travel together on one truck to help when the inevitable breakdown occurs. 

We often see these trucks on the side of the road, sometimes camping for days if not weeks waiting either for roads to dry, digging out -- in the rainy season -- or waiting for mechanical parts to arrive from town to get the truck running again.  It is a dangerous and dusty place to travel.

As you think about the different modes of movement, pray that the Gospel message would move throughout South Sudan as well, penetrating hearts and changing lives.

Pray for safety on the roads. Travel anywhere is a dangerous prospect and South Sudan is no different. Passing or even driving behind a truck in the dry season is very dangerous as the billows of dust make it impossible to see; the possibility of a breakdown in places of unrest or insecurity and the ever present abominable road conditions make traveling in South Sudan an act of faith.


Pray that the people of South Sudan would hear of God's love and believe so they will  "walk in the light of the LORD." 

Journeying forth ...

Journeying forth…

“All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations will bow down before Him, for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.”         Ps 22:27-28

We are on our way out of South Sudan.  Our research is finished … which isn’t to say that we know it all or that all researching of South Sudan is complete.  However, we have looked at many places west of the White Nile and are writing up our recommendations for personnel placement and ministries.

In the previous post, we talked about the journey to Kapoeta and meeting the Toposa people.  We secured our vehicle in Kapoeta with the IMB family ministering there and flew out on an MAF flight (Missionary Aviation Fellowship).   

This was an unforgettable exit from South Sudan.   Upon hearing the single engine prop plane overhead, we hop in the car and head for the airstrip.  Stopping near the plane on the grass/dirt strip located near the center of Kopoeta town, we proceed to carry our few pieces of luggage over to the small aircraft. 

On airstrips like this one, the pilot will buzz the field before landing to ensure that the goats and cattle scatter away from the landing area and that the people stand a safe distance away. 

 

 As the engine noise dies away and the propeller stops, people begin to crowd in closer trying to catch a glimpse of those fortunate enough to come and go on this wonderful mode of transport.

The two pilots, upon exiting the plane, glance over the structure and proceed to help load our belongings.  Many gather around the plane interested in the activities, the sights and sounds of air travel -- dreaming that one day, perhaps they would be boarding this small plane and flying to distant places. 

 

After the luggage is secured we gather around in a circle, and one of the pilots leads in prayer.  HOW COOL IS THAT!!!  MAF pilots are missionary pilots -- flying goods and missionary personnel to remote areas and sharing God’s love to the ends of the earth.  After prayer we board the plane while the pilots make sure the spectators move back to a safe distance before starting the single engine propeller craft.

 

The flight was great – uneventful – which is great.  

We are now back home in Nairobi, finishing reports, cataloguing pictures, writing recommendations and replanting -- for a time -- ourselves in this place.  Having seen and learned much, we still have more to tell; so the blog posts about South Sudan will continue for several weeks yet.  There is much to do and more prayer is needed for the people of South Sudan so that --- “All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord”

Exploring the South East

“Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; may Your good Spirit lead me on level ground.” Psalm 143:10.  
Things change, the plans of men fail, but God is constant.  We see life through a cloud, dimly – without understanding -- as the threads of our lives are woven through the tapestry of the Master’s plan.

We remained in Rumbek longer than we had planned in order to take some visitors to Wau (Wow - this is how we pronounce it), South Sudan’s second largest city. At the last minute, however, they could not come and we made preparations to close up the house in Rumbek and begin our final trip to the southeastern area of South Sudan.

This would be our longest driving adventure.  Day one we would head south on the 12 hour trip to Juba (Joo-Bah); day two, driving 9 hours southeast to our destination of Kapoeta (Kah-pwoh-etah). 

Stories abound of insecurity, raids by bandits, and shootings on the road which we would travel. A police commissioner was murdered last month as he journeyed down this lonely road on which we now find ourselves. We gratefully acknowledge God's protection and your intercession for safety on our journey.

A shocking sight -- as we crested a small hill, we spotted an abandoned tank -- this would be the first of three tanks spotted before reaching Kapoeta.

Along with visiting this area of South Sudan; we were to deliver our vehicle to a missionary family living outside of Kapoeta, ministering among the Toposa people.

What a wonderful opportunity of fellowship we enjoyed.  Privileged to walk with them to an evening Bible study in a nearby village; we witness their dynamic ministry as they pour themselves out to the people of the area in Christ-likeness.

The Toposa are Nilotic people, cattle keepers like the Dinka. We found them to be friendly and hospitable.  Toposa women enjoy making and wearing beaded jewelry much like the Maasai in Kenya and Tanzania.




Toposa women remain traditional in their dress unlike the men who have adopted a more western style. Nakedness is often seen as Toposa don’t feel the need to follow the clothing culture adopted during the colonial era. 

The skirts Toposa women wear are short (atypical from much of Africa), very full and colorful -- sewing panels of differing fabrics together. The skirt, tied by a string at the waist sits under wide beaded belts. It is quite unique from anything else we have seen in Africa.





As you pray for South Sudan, remember the Toposa people.

Pray they would hear and accept the witness of God’s Word.



Pray the Toposa would seek peace with God and live at peace with their neighbors.

Pray specifically for the Toposa living in and around Kapoeta as this family goes stateside for several months. Pray that those who have accepted the Way, the Truth, and the Life would be faithful to live out and proclaim their witness.

AudiBible

The TWR workshop was beneficial in so many ways.  One subject about which we received good information was the area of digital devices which play audio programs.  We knew of the existence of these devices; we had heard about them several years ago when they first came on the scene.  At the time, however, they seemed very expensive.  In addition, they were programmed from the factory with mostly English programs and they were not solar powered, so batteries would be needed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the workshop we found these devices have improved.  Some are now solar powered, they are durable and easier to use; additionally the repertoire of programs and available languages for these programs has expanded greatly.

A Great Commission Christian group named ACROSS (African Committee for Rehabilitation of South Sudan) is producing programs for these devices and providing the programs in many South Sudanese languages.

Illiteracy is a big issue in South Sudan.  Over 70% of South Sudanese are illiterate according to the statistical yearbook.  This is especially true among women.  Remote areas have difficulty getting radio reception and people have less opportunity to hear the gospel story. 

So we bought five of these players and had them programmed with peace building messages, some literacy training and the New Testament all in Dinka. (Dinka is the language of the people who live in and around Rumbek.)

We charged it up with the sun and took one to church with us on Sunday.  It was well received.

Concentrating on the message from the audiBible, these women and children are excited to have the Bible read to them in their own language.




We thank God for new technology and the audiBible.

 As people  hear the Bible spoken in their language, pray that they would learn more about God and His love for them.

Pray that many would come to know Christ, His sacrifice on the cross for their sins, and by faith believe.

Communicating the Gospel across South Sudan

We were privileged to attend a TWR (TransWorld Radio) workshop in Juba recently.  Knowing the cost of flights from Rumbek to Juba, we opted to drive; even though we knew it would be a rough trip – as it turned out, it was much harder than we imagined. 

The main route to Juba has been impassible for a week or so.  The all season road  washed away with a portion of it under water.    Another route has temporarily emerged as the major transit route to Juba from Rumbek – where there’s a will, there’s a way! It was a rough, but doable, trip in March with the Fusion team.

We hadn’t a clue what this alternate road would bring so we decided to leave after church on Sunday; we wanted to be there in plenty of time for the meeting.  

Rain began to fall and darkness was approaching as we entered the small trading center of Mvolo.  (You might remember the name from previous posts, the area where the bridge was out earlier in the year)

The plan was to sleep at the NPA compound where we stayed on a previous trip.   No rooms were available however, so we slept in the car in the safety of their compound. Leaving before dawn the next morning, we knew that we had a long day ahead of us. 

We made it, albeit a couple of hours late for the beginning of the meeting. Traveling from Rumbek to Juba took 7 hours in March; now it takes 12 ½ hours. 

 It was worth it however!  

Meeting for three and a half days with likeminded Christians, mostly South Sudanese, who have a heart for sharing the gospel story and discipling believers across South Sudan and beyond was very uplifting.  

Apart from the good information obtained from the meeting, we enjoyed spending time in fellowship; networking with other Great Commission Christian groups – hearing stories of the work to the glory of God and discussing the great task before us as we listed the tremendous needs in South Sudan.

 

Thursday afternoon closed our time together and as everyone left for their home areas, Jerry and I hit the market. We would leave at 5 a.m. the next morning, attempting to return in one day. But first we would get some items which have been missing from our diet. Bananas, potatoes, onions and avocados were on our list. We also found some tomatoes and a cucumber – these will make a pretty nice salad! 

Back in March we hadn’t seen all of the furniture and carpentry; as South Sudan progresses and Juba grows, it seems more is available and life may become a bit more comfortable.

The roads were drier as we returned, unfortunately just as rough; but we made it in 12 ½ hours again, so we were pleased – tired and a bit stiff, but happy to be back in Rumbek.

 

We thank God for those who attended the workshop. 

Pray that this initiative would grow and out of this small beginning programs would be developed which would bring people to Christ and help them grow in their knowledge of God and their love for Him.

Pray that the lines of communication would remain open and strong between these Christian organizations; that our only purpose would be to see the people of South Sudan know and love Christ for the glory of God. 

The Upper Room

A construction style which we have found unique in South Sudan, a Sudanese friend dubbed “the upper room”.  We have not seen this type of structure anywhere else in Central, Eastern or Southern Africa.  However, as we have not been everywhere yet, we will not say it is unique to the Dinka of South Sudan, we will just say it is unique!

Upon inquiry as to why the Dinka would make the effort needed to construct their house in such a way, we were met with a myriad of responses.

Many said for safety and security – from predators, both man and beast.  We have heard hyena at night at the house and we have been told that leopard frequent our area; with the reports of cattle raiding and inter-clan violence, we can see the logic of this reasoning.

Others said it was a place to keep smaller livestock like chickens and goats out of harm’s way at night and a place for small children to be kept  safe and out of mischief. 

Still others commented that putting the harvest of groundnuts and grains like sorghum in the upper room secures it, for a time, from insects and other pests including the smaller livestock (unless you put them in there!), which may erode the  year’s harvest .

We just think it is cool!  We’ve seen beds out on the upper platform during the really hot months of January-April, allowing folks to sleep outdoors in the cooler air -- by bringing up the ladder one can sleep in relative safety. 

While this is not a picture of an upper room, we thought it an interesting take on the esteem given livestock in South Sudan.

While walking through a small compound the other day, we happened to glance into a hut. Seeing the exalted position this goat seems to have taken, finding a place of rest at the foot of a bed, was in a way surprising to our knowledge of African culture in general and yet not so surprising as we learn more of the Dinka culture.  The Dinka prize their livestock. In other countries it is the owner’s responsibility to keep his livestock out of the road and away from traffic.  Here the driver is responsible if he hits an animal --whether that animal runs into the road or is lying in the middle of the road – the driver pays the owner of the beast.  So be aware!

Differences in culture make for a unique and colorful world.  As we learn more about the cultures of South Sudan, we see the beautiful tapestry that God is weaving.  Today’s world is an intermingling of different cultures. However at times culture comes in direct opposition to God’s word.  Pray that God would allow each of us to be open to other cultures, but in doing so be ready to confront aspects of culture, especially our own, which conflict with God’s word.

The Life of a Groundnut (aka peanut) in South Sudan

 

The area in which we live is known for growing groundnuts (peanuts).  The sandy composition of the soil makes it ideal. There aren’t enough grown for export; but the Dinka grow them to eat as well as a cash crop, selling them in town to be transported to other towns in South Sudan where groundnuts are not grown.

April, May and even June are planting months.
 
As the rains began, we witnessed a dramatic increase in activity.  The soil is dug either by hand or by oxen.   Everywhere you turn folks are out clearing ground and planting seed.

 

 Following planting is a time of waiting. The groundnut is hidden under the soil and the illustration in James 5:7-8 comes to mind, “Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop and how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains.  You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near.”

Eventually the groundnut plant appears and begins to flower.  Suddenly we again see an increase in activity as weeding begins.  As this is all done by hand, you can imagine the amount of time and effort weeding takes. We are not talking about small gardens here, but large fields. With the older children and adult members of the family actively involved, it takes on a communal air. The very young children and babies stay at home with a designated older child. 

All the hard work pays off in September, October and November when the plants are pulled from the ground and the nuts are harvested.

 

Now reward is reaped from all the previous months of work and patience.

We were blessed to watch a woman giving the first fruits of her harvest as an offering to the Lord.  What a joy to witness God’s word alive and active in a person’s life. This one who, in relation to most of us, has nothing, living in a mud hut with a dirt floor without the things that we consider essential to life such as; running water, electricity, sanitation, or furniture. Who typically only owns one or two changes of clothing; this one gives the first of her harvest to the One who causes all things to grow!   

Oh would that all God’s children be found so faithful and obedient!

Now, what do folks do in South Sudan with these raw groundnuts?

One way to use them is to make maqwanga -- aka peanut butter. Remember our maqwanga lady from the market? (see Market Re-visited post)  Now is the season to make maqwanga at home. This is made by smashing raw peanuts between two stones and rubbing them until they are mostly smooth.

Do you remember the post about our visit to Kulu , (see “Trip to Kulu” post ), when we brought stones back for Malith and his family was so happy? Well, this is what that was all about. Those stones are used to grind peanuts to make maqwanga at home. (They also grow and grind sesame seeds into a paste to use in making sauces and season the dishes they cook.)

 

We watched this small friend of ours as she recently enjoyed the efforts her mother put in making maqwanga for her family.

 

 

 

 

A bowl of groundnuts also came our way as a generous soul gave us a gift one Sunday morning. 
 

What do we do with raw groundnuts? 

Well we shelled them and roasted them with salt over a charcoal fire.  They turned out great --a bit labor intensive, but worth it!

 

 

As you pray for South Sudan, pray for a good harvest both physically and spiritually among the Dinka in South Sudan.  A good physical harvest will help sustain lives; a good spiritual harvest will reap lives everlasting!  

 

The Market Re-visited

Back in January, we wrote about our first visit to the market.  Hopefully this will give you a better feel for these people who we see quite often.

 

 

Welcome to our Walmart!  Let’s walk down some of the aisles and we’ll introduce you to some of the people who provide us with the necessities of life here in Rumbek.

 

 Let us introduce you to Saieth  (Sa-ee-th) he is from Kartoumn and is literate in Arabic, but doesn’t speak English.  However we  are able to communicate adequately enough to buy goods from him and to call him friend.   Today we are purchasing beans – chili’s a’comin’ !

Notice the scale.  Everyone uses this type of scale with weights measuring from 500gram – 2 kilogram. 

Meet our maqwanga lady. (Ma-kwa-ngah) means peanut butter! When we first arrived we went to the market looking for peanut butter and no one had any – can you imagine?    We knew ground nuts (peanuts) were a major crop of the area and couldn’t imagine that they would not have it. 

Well – we didn’t know what to ask for – you see peanut butter is imported and in truth there wasn’t any available. Joe, a young man who came out with the Fusion team  had been here before; he let us in on the secret --  ask for maqwanga.  We went the very next day and this lady has been one of our Sudanese friends ever since. This product is pure peanuts, no added sugar, salt or preservatives.   …mmmm delicious!

She is very accomodating; if you don’t bring your own container she will put your maqwanga in a used/empty soft drink can which has been cut in half. ( You can see the cans in the picture) She fills the bottom with maqwanga and sticks the top half of the can inside for the lid.  She is also diversified in her sales approach, not only does she sell maqwanga but she also sells dried fish, (bottom right corner). 

 

Here is one of the many boys from whom we buy our “Dinka” bread.  We glance at each boy’s offering as we walk by looking for the thickest ones.  Debbie came to S.Sudan ready to bake our bread, but after one piece of Dinka bread we decided there was no need – this stuff’s great!  ...slap on some maqwanga and you’ve got lunch!

 

… steak anyone? 

These men will sell any piece off of a cow that you want, from the head to the hoof, including small and large intestines or stomach!  Don’t ask for a T-bone or a rump steak however, their vocabulary doesn’t extend to specific cuts; just point at the piece you think looks good. 

 

 

If you can’t find a piece to suit you, the guy with the hatchet at the wooden stump will hack off what you want, bones and all.  Come early in the day for the best selection and the least amount of fly larvae.

We have bought meat here, but not often.  It takes quite a bit of work to wash off all the bone chips and cut away the gristle from the meat; so we are more likely to use the soy meat substitute we brought with us or go vegetarian. However, the meat we have cooked from the market is very tasty.  It has a rich almost wild flavor.


We thank God for the people we are meeting in Rumbek.    Greeting us with a friendly grin and a warm handshake; they seem genuinely happy that we are here.  Join us in praying that we would demonstrate and share the love of Christ with those we encounter.   

Exploring Unity State - part 5

Wrapping up - Homeward Bound

We had a great visit to Leer, but now it is time to head home.  It has rained this week, Wednesday night we had a terrific storm, so we are uncertain as to road conditions, but this is the middle of the rains and if we don't try we may be here a VERY long time.

Friday we loaded the car for the trip back. Since the sun was out in full force, we waited until the afternoon before leaving allowing time for the mud on the roads to dry as much as possible.

While we waited, this young man decided to be creative --  surrounded by all the "play dough" he needed, he decided to make good use of it by building a mud motorcycle.


He would be going with us along with his mother, his younger sister and brother and his brand new baby brother. His mother is Mathew's sister-in-law. 
They live "in the bush" around an even smaller town called Mayendit (Mah-yen-DEET). Her husband sent them, to Mathew's house several weeks ago to have the baby in town.

Mathew's house has three rooms, each the size of a small bedroom in the U.S. Mathew and his family stayed in one room, his sister-in-law and her children were in another, and Jerry and I had the remaining room.  All other aspects of life is lived outside.


Piling into the car, we said our goodbyes and were off; however it was to be a short journey.  Do you remember the place we were stuck overnight in the mud outside Leer?  Well, that was our demise.  We tried the top of the road this time but the ruts were too deep and the mire sucked us back down.  We couldn't get out.  We were only there a couple of hours before being towed out by a bus coming  from Leer to drop people off. Once out, we return  to Leer and Mathew's house for the night, it is too late to go on -- we will try again tomorrow.

Saturday morning, realizing we will need all the daylight we can get, we decide to leave early. Making it through the first mud pit (our nemesis) – it feels rather like the greatest race or something; you know there are obstacles, but you don’t know what they are or how many. So we move forward by faith, knowing that whatever happens, God is in control of our lives and circumstances. (Only we really would like to sleep in our own bed tonight!) We know people are praying for us – we texted prayer requests to folks in Kenya and we know they are praying!  

 At one juncture it looked pretty grim.  Just as we decide we must turn back, along comes God’s answer.

Two UN vehicles push by us only to get stuck in the muck ahead -- the same muck we were hesitant to go through.  These guys have a couple of things we do not have. They are two vehicles traveling together. One takes point, making the other available to tow it out and they have a Nuer/English speaker with them so they can inquire about conditions ahead. Mathew’s sister-in-law doesn’t know English.  So Jerry asked them if we could travel with them. We would have to keep up, but they agreed. (They didn’t know it, but they were an answer to prayer.) Following these two vehicles we were better able to navigate through the mire as we watched their vehicles skid and slide around.

Dropping off our passengers, we bid them farewell and push on, not wanting to fall too far behind our convoy.

After leaving Unity State we were forced to watch as our convoy drove off.  Our car was overheating.  Now what!  We sat by the side of the road waiting for it to cool down.

Long story short – God is victorious and allows us to be as well. 

After spending several hours on this desolate part of the road praying for God to fix the car; trying everything we knew and had with us, water, oil, cleaning the air filter -- every time we pulled out we could only go a couple of kilometers before overheating again. 

Finally we saw God’s hand.  We had let the engine cool down for an hour or more, night was fast approaching and envisioning a night in the car, we prayed for God’s protection, provision, and wisdom. This area is very insecure, there is no cell phone signal and we had seen many people with AK47s on the road earlier.  

We had already put water in the radiator and the overflow, but the Lord led Jerry to put in even more and finishing up all the water we had with us, we started again. Almost immediately the needle headed for H (Hot) – then a miraculous thing happened – as we watched the temperature needle on H it began to go down, just like a finger was forcing it downward – looking at each other in delighted amazement, we are convinced we saw the finger of God!

Continuing on, Jerry gradually speeds up and before you know it we are traveling at a good clip heading for Rumbek.  The return trip of 13 hours was exhausting, (a regular five hour trip); but you never saw two happier people when we pulled into our gate in the pouring rain.



Thank you for praying for us.  We know you do because we see God’s hand at work in our lives every single day.  When you pray for us you partner with us, helping to spread the Gospel to the ends of the earth.

Exploring Unity State - part 4

 Leer (LAIR) Town and Adok (ah-DOCK)

Leer , essentially a small town,
has no electricity or running water – actually neither does Rumbek.       

There are no banks, no real restaurants or coffee houses.
There are no fuel stations -- well, actually here is Peace in the Land fuel station.  The hose is used to syphon the fuel into your vehicle. 

But in spite of everything they DON’T have, the people of Leer, at least everyone we met, had a ready smile and a warm handshake.

We wondered at the lack of permanent structures. There are few block/brick buildings in Leer and those are of recent construction.  We found the answer to our wonderings as we returned and continued researching. It seems the town of Leer was burned down during the continuing conflict in Sudan – not   once but three times in 1998.

Mathew and Sudan showed us the port area of Adok. About 30 minute drive from Leer, the port of Adok is the only transportation option during the rains when the road is out. People and goods come down the Nile on these small boats  docking here to unload, they then travel by pick-up, donkey or foot to Leer.

In the early years, before fleeing to Kenya, Mathew lived here.  His father was a merchant buying goods off  of the boats and reselling them in town. 

While at the port we took an opportunity to sit down with Mathew and Sudan, have some tea, and talk about the area and Mathew’s early life.  As he told his story  and we saw God's hand orchestrating his life, Romans 8:28 came to mind;  "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."

God works, even through hardship, war, fleeing your home to another country -- this is Mathew's testimony -- not of what he endured, but the fact that God worked in his life to bring him to salvation and a life of service to Him.  Glory to God!

Pray for Mathew, Sudan, John, Kele and the other Christian young men as they live out their lives for the glory of God.  Pray that their faith would be strong and that their lives would be a witness to other Nuer of God's goodness and faithfulness.