Devouring God's Word

Bear with me for a minute while I tell you something strange, before telling you something more important about our current work.

They're devouring God's Word. Unfortunately I'm talking about the roaches. Yes, ROACHES. We recently spent seven weeks away in Ghana, as you know, for the birth of baby Tess. One thing that always happens in our absence is the dreaded invasion of the roaches. They sort of have the run of the place when we're gone and we have to do some major exterminating when we come home. Actually it's more like hand-to-hand combat, but those are stories better told over dinner.

Anyhow, this time the roaches were literally gnawing away at two of our Bibles left behind. One is my French Bible I do essentially all my mission work with. They managed to buff the edges down quite a bit so that I can now open my Bible to the New Testament just by feeling around the edge. The second Bible was a keepsake copy of the Psalms I found for Juli. It's like an old grade school primer, black cover, large print, just the Psalms in old King James. The roaches really enjoyed it! They removed all the black faux leather on the cover except for one patch that, if I hold it just so, looks a lot like the shape of Greece.

People we know here are likewise hungry for God's Word. Juli mentioned that our storytelling sessions with Salifou have resumed. Salifou (SALLY-foo) runs the car wash, as you recall, and I go there several times a week to do a story. We have completed the book of Genesis and the patriarchal age. This morning we cracked the pages of Exodus and began the story of Moses. (We've moved the study time from the afternoons to the morning, so if you're praying that's about 5 am Missouri time :-)

Please pray for these guys. Salifou's wife just gave birth to their fifth child and hasn't been feeling well since. Vandals also came the other night and stole the spigot for his car wash along with the good buckets, and broke the rest of the things. It was pure meanness, whoever it was.
The next day the city came by to collect their monthly payment for his ''business license.'' Still, Salifou is absorbing the stories and seems encouraged by their message.

Kassoum is his young car wash guy. He's 18, appers to be pretty industrious, and at times catches things in the story that Salifou plainly misses. They tease him, because that's what you do when there's a ''kid'' around. Pray that he finds something really life changing in the sessions.

Diarra (JAR-uh) is our other regular participant. He's actually from Abidjan and came to Abengourou to visit his sister who lives about 200 yards up the hill. He came for a few weeks and has never left! He's about my age, knows the Koran quite a bit, and a knows a whole lot about a whole lot of things (politics, geography, history). Because he's out of work, I wonder why he's come to Abengourou ''for such a time as this,'' as the book of Esther says. Can God possibly have him right there on the wooden bench day after day just so he can hear the Good News of salvation before it's too late? I think so!

Ishmael is semi-regular. He's a student, studying computers, and likes to talk a lot. The first time he came I secretly hoped he wouldn't come back. But he's calmed down, maybe that he was able to impress me with his knowledge. He prays, meaning that as Muslim he fairly regularly observes the prayer times during the day. He also knows these early stories from their overlap with the Koran. But Ishmael also has a good dose of myth and superstition thrown in with some of the stories, things that the Bible would never say. We don't debate the details, but try to stick to the main point of the story.

Pray for us, please, while we keep moving forward in the weeks ahead with these guys. We'll let you know about some of our other possible sites soon so you can be praying for our selection of new storytelling groups. THANKS for your time--and prayers--today!