We were heading off into the countryside along some horrendous, dusty, corrugated roads congested with bikes laden with bananas, people carrying all and sundry on their heads. Stuffed to capacity, the pick up truck struggled up the gradients and Andy negotiated the hairpin bends with terrifying skill - performing 3 (or more) point turns above a sheer drop as Heather and Isobel winced from their cosy pole position. squashed onto the front seat.
Our mission was to visit two isolated parishes, set in beautiful terraced hillsides where daily life continues to be a struggle. We received the same warm welcome in both parishes, where the pastors and their families shared abundantly of the little they had.
As if the trusty Toyota was not straining enough, 'passers by' frequently jumped aboard only to drop off (literally) as we continued along the bumpy road. Eleanor, Alan and Pastor Placide were somewhat dismayed to find another pastor being shoe-horned into join them on the back seat, as he wished for a lift down into the valley far below to take a wedding ceremony. From their groans there was a substantial degree of discomfort and this reached a crescendo soon after we'd delivered Pastor Onesime to his destination and Pastor Placide's cramp caused him to spring from the vehicle and have his leg massaged back into life by Alan, in the presence of an ever increasing road side audience!
Give thanks - for Pastor Onesime's recovery from a motor bike accident 4 days ago; for seeing that our visits make a difference to the parishes, letting them know that we care.
Please pray for the challenge of providing education for the children in these beautiful yet remote locations; the responsibility on the shoulders of the pastors for coordinating and encouraging their church leading teams; safety of transport for the church leaders in their rural parishes.