How one MAF couple builds bridges in their neighborhood
The angry shouts of the men circling her car were drowned out by the frantic crying of baby Otis in the back seat. Their forceful gestures commanded her to open the door.
Nicole de Jongh rolled down the window a fraction of an inch to hear their words. […]
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It was another beautiful, sunny morning. Lem and I had made plans to catch an early taxi on Monday, which bought us another day with the Lesotho Flying Pastors […]
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Saturday – Early morning interlude
Every time my tummy rumbled during the night, I wondered if the papa-cooked-over-a-dung-fire was going to create a desperate situation for me. Now, at 5 a.m., I was […]
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Friday – late afternoon
Once the rain died down, we walked back to the middle cluster of homes. There was some activity there now. The pastors found a man willing to offer us lodgings for the […]
This is the first in a series of blog posts about my visit to the MAF program in Lesotho. If I could meet with you in person, I would talk for hours about all that I saw and experienced. But since I can’t do that, I hope my personal reflections here will make you feel […]
Early morning, barely light, a high, electronic, belly-dancer tune woke us. Audible first only to street dogs, then faintly for humans, it soon became distinct. Slowly it grew until the too-cheerful-for-morning ditty echoed up the streets that approached our central Asian hotel. When it dominated all other sound, I abandoned our warm bed to peer […]