Holding Hands

Since that day we spent at the Lusaka airport, I’ve been noticing another one of those cultural differences between the Zambian people and Americans. Zambians hold hands. It was common all around us. The girls in uniform would be walking through the airport, hand in hand. Chance-met businessmen greeting and talking to each other at… Continue reading Holding Hands

Water

Friday, when we were picked up in Livingstone, we were warned, “Take a good hot bath and enjoy it. We’re under severe water rationing.” It’s been a constant theme while we’re here. The Namwiamga Mission campus, which holds about a thousand people, gets clean water from wells, and other water from a little lake. This… Continue reading Water

A Different World

Today, I rode in the back with a few other people drove out to a Bible meeting out in the bush. Linda Gregersen, who drove, didn’t know the location of the place, so we followed someone who did on his Honda motorcycle. The roads kept getting smaller and smaller, until we were driving on a… Continue reading A Different World