He has HAIR!
This is the bridge that he talked about in the last post.
Because it was “cracked” the bus company made the passengers get off, walk across, and reload on the other side.
The country they were recently in is quite poor.
Raph says he would hardly call these things “huts” or even “shacks”. (It seems those terms are a bit too grandiose for these pimitive dwelling places.) It was for people in these economic conditions that they were digging wells last week. He found it so exciting. I am not surprised that he found the manual labor easier to enjoy than teaching (or treking, for that matter!).
And then this picture, which is probably my favorite. . .
It was so good to hear his voice, and this morning, to get to see some current pictures.
While you’re there, be a faithful disciple.
. . . and hurry home, son! We miss you! .