The word precious(sarobidy) has come up a few times this last week in the villages, and then again yesterday in the prison. The first time it came up, we were sitting in a small hut. The floor on the hut was threatening to collapse, but all 20-30 of us were huddled in there. They were eager to hear the story that we had come to share that day! The people that we work with don't have bibles in their dialect. There is a bible in Malagasy language, but only about 20-30% of the language is the same. We bring them anyway, so that as we tell the stories, they can understand that they are from the Bible and not something that we made up. We always ask who is able to read, and if we are lucky we will find 3 people raise their hand, but only one of them can actually read, and sometimes there is no one able to read. We ask them to read the story out loud, and because they don't understand the words, we then retell the story in dialect, and discuss the meaning of the story. They always want to sing after that, which I love, but I have no idea what they are saying, and then they do this clapping thing to show us that they are thankful for us! We have been doing this for several weeks now, and they are seeing value in the words of a God who loves them. This week the president of the village was with us, and as we handed out the bibles for them to keep with them, he began to instruct the people on how to hold them, take care of them, and keeping them from becoming broken! He told them that this was the most precious gift that they could receive, and now if the foreigners don't return, we can still learn! We are so grateful that people have partnered with us to be able to give these Bible's to people who have never even seen one, let alone have one as their own! It is a true treasure to them. Now, we just need some one to come teach them how to read:)
Then it happened again at the prison. Keep in mind that this prison has been determined the worst prison in all of Madagascar due to the lack of food, and the amount of people that are imprisoned there. Some days they don't get fed at all, or they get dry cassava! The government is corrupt, and they are not providing for these people. They are suffering to a degree that I have never seen before.
In Him,
Kurtis