Letters To My Friends

A Little Humility

The ladies in Sierra Leone really don’t know much about kitchen towels, let alone towels as large and spotlessly beautiful as mine . . . If they should happen to have a kitchen towel it would only be one and it’s used more as a pot holder on their open-fire “stove” but certainly not for drying dishes.

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Revealed by Fire

When I returned to Sierra Leone in May, 2016, I had put a clause in my contract removing “Deputy Fire Fighter” from my long and varied job description.  But today that clause held no water and I had to dig in and help.

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Market Day Fun!

“Hey! You need this?” came the voice of another woman eager to sell something to the white lady … “No thank you,” Was my polite answer as I left the market with smoked fish and potato greens …

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Call To Prayer

Doth not wisdom cry … ? I was so moved to prayer by this stark contrast of light versus dark, understanding versus gross ignorance — willful ignorance, a choosing on the part of the sons of man to remain in their darkness. 

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One Banana

“Where did you get a banana?” I exclaimed with all the energy I could muster.   “Oh, there’s a bunch of them for you out on the veranda table,” was his casual reply.  I told him I had been wanting just one.

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Trouble Shooting

The next time you make the casual statement, “I’m going to run the dishwasher,” please think of me. To help me out a little I’ve found it useful to have a guide for trouble shooting the dishwasher. This gives me simple definitions to some common problems.

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“Distractions”

With a few tears, I was able to give thanks for the lesson and then peacefully return to my day which, like so many, was completely falling apart but I went about to make the best of it. More of my own wretchedness being revealed and it’s not a pretty sight.

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Home Again

The reason, the purpose, all bound up and sweetly expressed in two-year-old simplicity: Church. Jesus.

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See You Again

Often we cut ourselves off from the richness of our language by our lack of this understanding; we limit our depth of expression. On the other hand, my host culture in Sierra Leone, the Mende tribe, has taught me that sometimes simplicity in expression can be just as rich.

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The Accepted Time

Walking home with my hard-won treasure, I found myself wondering if Stephen would likewise find precious hidden treasure today, fruit in its season and ripe unto harvest.

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