Friends of God

Last evening Sarah, Julia, Zima and I went for a beautiful, hour long sunset walk. My house is near the edge of town, so we started from there and went out into the rural community just a half a kilometre out. We wound around dirt paths that had simple mud huts along side of them. About half way through our hike we spotted a group of young ladies pumping water at a well. They were singing "I am a friend of God. I am a friend of God. I am a friend of God, He calls me friend." When they spotted us they got really shy and sort of giggled. Well, I started clapping and sang back to them "I am a friend of God; He calls me friend" and everyone was excited. It was a neat opportunity to worship on the path.

We finished off the hike with a view of the land atop a huge rock and then escorted Zima to her simple home. Zima is a Kenyan friend who is doing a two month internship with Fida. We get along really well. Zima showed us her room, which was maybe 9 by 15 feet and it contained a mattress, mosquito net, some clothing and personal supplies and a lantern. No electricity and I didn't notice any place to cook. I had no idea she lived so close to my house, in behind a simple cement building. I am always shocked at where people stay. But Zima only has two more days and then she is going back to Kenya. I will miss her fellowship.

Then some more friends joined Julia, Sarah and I for dinner and a bonfire. The guys did not appreciate Sweet and Sour meatballs. They wanted simply fried and over-dried pork instead. O well, at least the girls relished my dish. (Mom and Dad, we finished off the night playing Nine Men Morris -- o the memories on the Mayflower)