Sunday, August 16, 2015

Schools, Village walks, and vans, oh my!

Going from each having our own room at the conference center to sleeping squished together on the floor like sardines at the orphanage was quite a change, but by the time we got to Embo, our team had done a bit of bonding and we were ready for more.  We were also on our own for meals, which was actually kind of nice, because we got to go shopping and cook for each other.

We started out our Thursday in Embo with a visit to a school just as the kids were arriving. We talked to the kids a bit and they all loved my camera. Everyone wanted their picture taken!

They lined up by class and we went up on stage and led them in some fun songs, and then Jenny gave her testimony. The kids were so well behaved, and listened politely. They ended with a few songs of their own, and it was the most beautiful thing to be in the midst of a sea of voices singing in Zulu. It gave me the chills.

 Once we were done singing and telling stories, we left as the kids went into class, but they didn't want to let us go.  They swarmed around us and gave us so many hugs!

After the school, we broke up into a couple teams so that we could cover more ground.  Dawnielle and Julie stayed at the orphanage all day and ironed clothes for the children, we dropped some girls off at a Creche (a day care), and the guys, Phumelo (she speaks Zulu so she was there to interpret) and I (for documentarian purposes) walked around Embo, praying for the sick and inviting people to church.

When it was time to pick the girls up from the Creche, we all piled into one van, just to make sure our bonding was going well.  There was lap sitting, trunk sitting, and foot holding.  All in all, very cozy.

In the evening after we had shopped for and made dinner, we all headed out to a funeral to give our condolences and a testimony, and to pray for the family. 

These are all things that Pastor Leonard does in his community on a daily basis and he is just exhausted.  He needs a helper.  Please pray for him and for Embo as often as they come across your mind.

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