What are We Thinking?

Not one of us has questioned coming to Madagascar to assist the Wallers in reaching the Mahafaly for Christ. Actually, God has confirmed to many of us the reasons that he has us here. We have experienced a range of emotions and at times when we share with one another, we do not have the words to say. We are overwhelmed, humbled, learning, admiring, loving and praying.

Continue to pray for the next week as the Brileys, Richerts, and Jaime go to the bush with Grant and some other workers to assess medical and agricultural needs. It is a five hour drive from where we are at to very primitive tribes. Pray for Bill, Jackie, Riley and JD as we assist Tessa and Jody with a youth discipleship program for believers and possible visitors from the Tulear community.  We start Wednesday morning.

We will leave you with a few thoughts from us.

"The children have nothing to play with, yet their smiles tell me they never stopped playing."    - Steffi

"Despite the living standards compared to the USA, I am somewhat envious of the contentment and simple happiness of their lives."    -  Bill

"I have visited many third-world countries, but the poverty here is overwhelming. I fear despair and hopelessness could soon set in."  - Jaime

"I am realizing how much responsibility God has entrusted to us not only with material blessings but with the responsibility of sharing his Word."    - Michael

"A lady in the market made us feel welcome by telling us a story about a white-man who was eaten by a shark at the beach."   - Andrew

"Even though I am in a foreign culture half the world away, I recognize the God-given commonality we share - image bearers of God. We are not very different after all."  -  Kelly

"The Malagasy people are very resourceful and creative as nothing goes to waste. The young boys make their own soccer ball out of plastic bags and string."  - Jackie

"Despite the inability to speak Malagasy, we have communicated with the people through laughter and smiles."   - JD

"All the kids started chasing me down the street laughing and yelling "vazaha, vazaha" after I switched spots with my rikshaw driver and started running down the street. It means foreigner, foreigner!  - Riley

Fe Luma (Good Bye)