Darkness falls very rapidly here – only 15 or so degrees south of the equator, dusk lasts maybe 20 or 30 minutes and then the light is gone! Only darkness remains.
These nights, the constant beat of the village drums seem to welcome us home, yet solemnly reminds us that this land is enveloped in another kind of darkness – just as pervasive, but altogether more serious.
The drums are inseparably linked to dark and often physically dangerous practices which are traditionally performed at this time of year – rites of passage to bring the young men and women to majority and full participation in the affairs of the village. They remind us of the importance of spreading the only message which can deliver from darkness and spiritual bondage into glorious light and liberty.
Two more team members travel today – Euan and Sarah should be enroute as I write. Ramona and Victoria should arrive on Sunday, and Ruth and Deborah on Monday, Lord willing. Then the work begins in earnest. Please pray for them as they travel, and for us all as we distribute the Word of God.
