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Outreach in remote Nepal

I got up at 6.45 today a bit worried that the power bank I borrowed wasn’t fully charged. It ended up full ten min after breakfast. I left to go to the prayer house, to join in with daily devotions on song of songs. At the end of it kwe prayed for each others days needs and then I filled up a water bottle and left. I just got to the corner of the road and there I met Amos and his wife Ruth. Ruth did not waste any time but prayed for me straight away, telling her husband to join in too. To get some appropriate change for the bus to Charabhill I bought some bananas for 40 rupees. Today starts a 24 hour bus ride to sankhuwasabha. I caught the bus to meet Santana at 11am outside medicare hospital. At nearly 2pm we actually get on the bus. I guess that’s how it works here… Wednesday

We had some stunning views from the bus yesterday, but this morning at 6.45 it is still foggy, and not much can be seen. We have been driving all through the night, and I am very impressed with the driver. The road is getting narrower but he navigate the road fast and safe. Which I am glad about, because some of the drops of the road are seriously steep and deep. Strangely, despite the fact that this area is already quite remote, things are a bit more sophisticated and cleaner here somehow. 13.32 and there bus ride has finally finished. We have checked in to a hotel where there is building work going on and Sanata has been apologizing, but to be honest I don’t mind. I just thought we might get the room a bit cheaper. I did expect to be on the bus till evening, so we’re all good. After a quick wash and something to eat we pay a local pastor of Khandbari, the capital of the district Sankhuwasabha, a visit. Just as we finished praying at the local pastors house a thunder and lightning storm started with heavy rain, so we were stuck there, so we just chill out, 5or six of is in a small bedroom that is nothing more than a sturdy timber game classed with tin. His whole house was just a small timber frame cladded with tin really. We waited until the worst of the rain was over and walked back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel there was no electrical power. The military had dropped a big tree they were moving on the power-line. The next day I woke up early, this morning not because of barking dogs but because of men working on the hotel. It is a building site… Another local pastors has arrived at the hotel to get some instruction on how to use the projector to show the Jesus film. Without power that causes a bit of a delay. Something which is just part of daily live here. Nobody is particularly worried. However, the memory card with the film that is supposed to be in the projector is missing, the pastor that Sanata is training thinks he has the film on his phone but this turns out not to be right either, so sanata has to go out and buy a memory card and call the son of the man we visited last night, he turns up with a PC under his arm, and uses the projects instead of a monitor. At about 10.30 we finally finished breakfast and leave to set out on or journey, which starts with a half hour ride by tuk-tuk to the bus station, where we pay for a 4x4, taking us high up in the hills to our next stop, we ascent by foot deep down the valley, right down across a big river which is starting to swell, On the other side we have to go back up to the top of the next hill. Sanata tells me, a dam in China has broken through, which is why all the workers just came away from the bridge running up the step path. Sita isn’t very well with the walk, so the going is slow and we arrive at the church where we are meant to be, about 2 hours late, and by this time it is very dark. After short introductions, I then end up teaching the pastors of this little church how to set up the projector to show the Jesus film, which has been translated in Nepalese. This is actually a very effective way of sharing the gospel. In the morning that follows, Sanata teaches that church is not a building but people. Where two or more are gathered in my name, there I will be also, Jesus taught. His second subject, was that every believer s should share the gospel with his friends and neighbours. I did not know he wanted to speak about this but the day before he did ask me to share something, and as I considered what to speak about, the Holy spirit put the same subject on my heart , so I shared some of my testimony and shared on the subject. We had some Dahl bat with meat and then we stated or journey for the day, at about 10 am. What should have been a walk of about 5 hours took us most of the day, because Sita can’t keep up, besides on the way we stop by an underground spring where people are washing to share the gospel with somebody, and also to pray for several people and give out medication. I gave Sanata £45 to buy it before we left Katmandu. By the wayning of day which is at about 6 we cross the 4th and last bridge and this one is made of slender trees. The steel bridge that was here before has been destroyed by a swell of the river. I insisted to have a wash in the stream before I carried on the last half an hour of the walk, because I haven’t had a wash for two days and with such hard walking I really need one by now. By the time I finished it is pitch dark and I have to catch up with Sita and Sanata up a very steep climb. I just about manage to find the track by the light of my head torch, but it is well worth the effort for having a wash in a stream. Finally we arrive at Sanata’s parents house,we introduce ourselves have some food, consisting of millet cakes, some sort of root which Sanata’s brother has dug deep out of the ground specially for us, and salty tea. Salty tea is weird yes, but trust me, salty tea is really nice after this long climb. At about 10 we go sound asleep on the hard floor of the little house, well not directly on the floor I have a straw mat and the high honor of a nice rug. The following morning we wake up at about 5.30 the chock has been crowing for a while, and have some more of the strange tea, at about 9am church starts which we reach by walking up another small mountain track. I keep wondering who could possibly have had the strength and time to make these tracks. Most of then are like proper stairs obviously weathered over time, made up of bigger and smaller pieces of rock, but some of the rocks are pretty big. One huge rock actually had steps carved into it. Most of the church service I cannot understand at all again, and Sanata asks me to speak again. This time I explain that God had asked me to return to Nepal because his heart is breaking for the people of Nepal and respond to the situation I experience at hand, and teach that we cannot please God with long prayers and trying to be good Christians or keeping the ten commandments, but that Jesus died for us when we were still enemy’s of God. And that God longs to spend time with us personally and that faith is what pleases him. Sanata follows up by explaining a bit more in detail. The church service is followed by praying for people, handing out some specs and medication to various people, including none believers. Sita has gone back down to Sanata’s mothers house, but me and Sanata have lunch at his sister’s, where I am given a woolen rug that is used for guests to sit on. I am told that if somebody is offered to sit on one of these it is considered a high honour. Back at Sanata’s parents house we have Nettle soup, rice and something else strange to eat. Sunday 23 April Man, live starts early in these parts. Sanata’s mum starts the fire not long after the cock crows. I must say that the cat tried to get me to get up not long before, miauwing and pawing my feet, though for the rest of our stay it completely ignores me, probably as I told it I wasn’t getting up yet, we still lie snoozing for a little while. We have some breakfast of popcorn and black soy beans and some other stuff, I can’t keep asking what I’m eating, and it might be better not to know everything. After about 9am me and Sanata go and share the gospel with some people in the small village adjacent to the one where Sanata himself is from. We end up praying for the mother of a young woman, whom, the night before I asked the challenging question of why she was going to see the witch doctor with a large cock as payment… She already knows that Jesus heals! Now her mother is still badly I’ll with a fever. Before we prayed for her, her temperature was seriously high. I pray for her and for just a second feel the Holy Spirit move. About 5 min after praying for her, Sanata asks me if she has a fever, so I check her temperature again and this time she feels normal. My sceptic mind wonders if i am just imagening things… Sanata shares out some of the spectacles he had been given by a friend, we drink some “mountain dew” which politely I drink. We are given this everywhere we visit. We move on to the next house. Here lies one middle aged man seriously I’ll on his bed. He is drunk too, and by this time I get very grieved at the level of alcohol abuse in this remote place and wonder how they get it here. Anyway, me and Sanata pray for the man and at first nothing happens, then I have a word of knowledge that the man has pain every time food passes his esophagus. I shares this and the man confirms. We continue to pray and then I have a word of knowledge that he has serious trouble on the toilet and pain in his lowers abdomen. He confirms again and we pray. The holy Spirit tells me to give him two of my anti parasite tablets which are delivered to him the next day with clear instructions on how to use. We move on to the next house again and here it becomes clear how they keep up with the demand for alcohol. On a big bamboo mat is spread out a large quantity of millet that is fermenting, and one young woman is stirring it, she then mixes in some yeast and it is all put in a few large sealable drums. I wonder why the woman even bothers. Nearly every bloke here is in some state of drunkenness and by my standards she should be seriously fed up. Because I have asked what they are doing to all the stuff on the mat, I am offered some of this strange brew and I drink some. Partly because of curiosity to the taste, my fear of catching a stomach bug, and felt I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to accept. I would like to add that for the last 22 years I have drank only very occasionally and less than enough to become drunk. Sanata suddenly asks me to teach on the Abuse of alcohol so I share my testimony of how I became a Christian and after that I quite crudely tell them my idea of the general result of alcohol abuse on most or all men, while Sanata translates. We go back to Sanata’s parents house and on the way stop to talk to one man who asks me if it is true that a believer in Jesus will go to heaven when he dies. So I am sharing the gospel with him right down to explaining why there are things like disease and death. So, back to the start where Adam and Eve are created and the beginning if man’s sin. Back at Sanata’s parents house we rest and have some food, Sanata’s parents and brother have great fun by challenging me to eat some toad which turns out to be very, very tasty. I reasoned that after all they only live in water like fish do, so what is the difference? After that we get ray to leave the next day at 7. Sanata had planned to go to another could of villages, but because Sita is not able to do the walking he has cancelled that. We actually end u up leaving at 6.30 which is good because we need all the time we can get for daylight, so we start down the scarily steep ascend back down to the river. And cross the river after a shirt while walking me and Sanata go ahead of Sita, so we can have a good wash in the river Arun. We and or clothes are pretty dirty by this time, not having washed properly for days. By this time the sun is out and it starts to get very hot. When we are petty much finished, Sita crosses the bridge and we have agreed to catch up with her by the next stream after the crossing of the river Equa, so she can freshen up too. On the way back we have out more specs as we go and some basic medicine too. When we get to the stream where we are meant to meet up with Sita however, she is not there but eventually we catch up with her. On the way through the next village we pick up Sita’s bag from one of the local believers there which we had delivered there by the first church we visited on the way, because Sita was not able to carry the weight. After continuing downward for about an hour Sanata sees a 4x4 coming down the him on the other side of the Aqua river and he stress of down the him ahead of us to catch up with it so we can catch a ride back to Khandbari where we book in too a hotel for the night but this time there is no building site noise to same up to the next morning. What a shame!

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Near lalitpur

Mon 1st of May We are meant to l leave Katmandu at about 6pm but it is as usual in Nepal, and we end up leaving at about 8pm instead. Night passes and when it gets light drive through Chitwan national park to get to where Binod lives. Binod used to live at the gethsemany prayer house for quite a while. The park has amazing wild life, and we see some small elephants, termite hills and Peackocks. Tigers and leopards live there too but of these there is no sign. When the first bus journey is over it starts raining. A serious poor down. About half an hour later we arrive soaked at Binod's house guided by his father and little brother. We are given some Dahl bat and tea after we change into dry clothes, and then we all have a rest. The 12 hour journey has been a sleepless one for most of us. Then we all set of to tell as many people in the village as possible that we are showing the Jesus Fim that evening. The first house we get to, we see a young boy lying on a sort of bed in the shade of the house. He is unable to move himself and lying in what looks like his own vomit, covered in flys, dirty, with some scabs on his head. We pray for him for a while desperate to see him healed, but short from a brimming smile and a laugh nothing happens. So the girls and his mother give him a good wash and wrap a scarf around his head to keep the flys of. We slowly get around most of the village, and Dipesh shares the gospel and his testimony at nearly every house we stop at. When we get back to Binod's house we started setting up for the film, and many villagers slowly turn up. After Dipesh has shared the gospel again, which he does really well, capturing everyone's attention including the little ones, we show the film and afterwards ask if anybody would like to give their life to Jesus.. Strangely nobody is ready to receive Jesus, so we share biscuit's and Sprite, clear up and go to sleep. Wed 3rd of May. We leave Binod's house at 6.30 to get to the bus for 7.00 am. By this time it is already starting to get hot. The bus arrives and we have to wait for it to have a tire change, but soon we are on the road to lamki, kailali. When we arrive there, we are picked up by Barrat and two of his church members, all riding motor bikes. There's six of us, so we just about fit with our bags... Barratt takes us to his grand mother's house and we settle in there, before he shows us his house. The day finishes with evening fellowship in the church next to his house, and we pray for the youths to get baptized in the Spirit. Holy Spirit baptism is rare in the Nepali churches up till now. Thurs 4th of May. That morning we went to a nearby mountain, both for fun and to be able to share the gospel with some friends of Barratt. He wants to do this in secret because of his their relatives find out that they might be Christians, they could end up being kicked out of their house by family. The first part we go by tractor but the very last part of the journey had to be done by foot, because the tractor wasn't able to go any further on the mountain road. We set up camp on the very top of the mountain and had Dahl bat with chicken, which had to be slaughtered there and then, and then shared the gospel with Barratt's friends. We made a camp fire and beside that, Barratt set an old tree trunk on fire to keep any tigers or leopards away. Fri 5th of May Dipesh had already got the tea ready at 6, and was making fried rice for all of us. We then packed up the tents and bags, and started walking. After at least six hours of hicking across and down the mountain we finally arrived at a shop where we bought drinking water. After a bit of rest, Barratt told us that two brothers from his village had got into a fight, and were both arrested so he had to go to speak to the police and help them find reconciliation, while the rest of us went to a nearby village to share the gospel, and pray for a number of people. After that we went back to Barrat's grandmother's home exhausted. Sat 6th of May. Me and Barratt went to tikapur by bike, to encourage two of his church leaders, when we got back and dropped of the motorbike, the rest of our team at the shop. Barrat decided to go visit a lady, who's husband is a Christian but she refused to go to church. It was me who ended up sharing the gospel with her, and I felt it was good to start explaining the original disobedience of Adam and Eve. These people are mostly Hindu and their version of history and creation is very different to the Christian view, she and 6 or 7 of her children gave their live to Jesus. Sun 7th of May. We walked for an hour to get to a nearby village. Barrat tells me that before he was given his motorbike by somebody who travelled with him from church to church on foot for a week, he used to do everything on foot. That means visiting 147 churches by foot. Fortunately for him he is only 26. After about 45 min walking we reach one of the pastors's house and rest for a while. The temperature is in the 30's I think. We are doing this trip especially to visit a single family, that are the only Christians in their village, and they are persecuted badly by their neighbors. When we get to their house. The mother of the family tells us that her son is having fits every night at 12am and 4am, and he isn't eating properly since the Hindu priest that lived next door has cursed them. We bring deliverance, break the power of the curse, and help him into baptism in the Holy Spirit. His mother also receives the Holy Spirit. Two days later we are told the boy no longer has fits and eats properly. Before dinner at Samuel's house, we are asked to pray for a man who is very I'll and can't speak. So we go to his house and offer to pray for him. He is the only Christian in his household and after we sit down to pay for him the Holy Spirit says to me that the reason he is I'll is because his radically Hindu mother has cursed him. I could not conceive at this point that a mother would curse her own son for being a Christian and so I didn't speak out immediately but after the Holy Spirit presses me very strongly, I share what God has told me. The man was afraid to upset his mother so he wasn't able confess Jesus as his Lord, and didn't receive healing. But two of his friends brought him to us later and he received healing and deliverance then. That evening we showed the Jesus film again and got to sleep at about 11. Mon 8th of May. The next day we set of on a long walk to Bijenagar, we had to walk 4 hours in the heat of the day. When we arrived at the pastor's house we were welcomed with tea and then we dropped our bags of at the church and shared the gospel with as many people as possible. At least 2 people gave their live to Jesus and a few others were healed. We then went back to the pastor's house for dinner and we had to stay inside for most of the evening because of the rain. We meant to show the Jesus film again but the rain was too heavy for anybody to make it to the church, so when we eventually get to the church we go straight to sleep. Tue 9th of May. A new day begins. We have a quick cup of tea and straight away start walking. It is not yet 7am but we have a six hour walk ahead of us and we need to avoid the midday heat. The walk starts by going straight into the jungle and I can't really figure out how Samuel manages to follow the path. There is hardly any discernable path to find anyhow. We go up or water bottles at the path watch office because the next place where we can get drinking water is about 4 hours further into our journey. After Another half an hour walk we have to wade through a river and thankfully we find out that river is only about leg deep and crocodiles are nowhere to be seen. Not to much further we have to cross another stream but this one is much deeper and faster flowing, but on the other side is a sort of canoe and just as we want to get one of us to swim across there are about six people wanting to cross and two men ferry them and us across back the way we need to go. A lot more walking follows and on the way we stop at a local farmers house who sells biscuits and other stuffs and he invited us for a cup of tea. A lot of Nepali like to entertain foreigners and we share the gospel with them. When we finally arrive at our destination we are warmly welcomed with tea and Dahl bat. At this pastors house live a young girl of 14 who was thrown out of her Hindu family for becoming a Christian, and a very old woman who walks severely stooped. Who suffered the same fate but at the hands of her own son. Both help the pastor and his family with the daily farm work. That evening when we show the Jesus film in the small church, 11 people give their live to Jesus due to the very encouraging message Sarah gives them. Wed 10th of May. At 4am I woke up at the call of the cock again. It was a short but good nights satisfied rest. During the morning we go throufg the village preaching the gospel and meet a big family. After sharing the gospel with them, the father of that family says he is very interested in bringing his whole family to church. A few houses further up we share the gospel again but there isn't a direct response, so Dipesh asks if anybody needs heeling at all. Nobody speaks up apart from a very young boy who boldly says that he knows a number of people that are listening who are Ill and then says that he has back pain, so me and Andrea pray for him and he very shyly says the pain is gone afterward. In afternoon we take a bus to another village quite a distance from there. Here stands a massive church building. It is nothing like the churches we know but it holds well over a hundred people. Before evening fellowship, me and Dipesh go for a walk and stop at the village square and deliberately sit and wait for somebody to come and speak to us. Within 2 minutes a man with bad burn scars comes to talk to us who is seriously interested in hearing the gospel. We don't manage to invite him to receive Jesus because just as we are about to pray with him, his mother steps of the bus, and his family are Hindu priests, so it's best to be quit for a bit, but we do invite him to come and watch the film. Paul is the one preaching this evening and he preaches powerfully on receiving the Holy Spirit after bringing some encouragement. A lot of members receive the Holy Spirit, with one woman laughing on the floor, another two crying out loud, a few of the leaders speaking in tongues for the first time, not to forget one little boy also and loads of other kids receiving the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit makes no distinction between children and adults here. After that we showed the Jesus film until the battery ran out of power, but nobody was to bothered, we all had an amazing evening after all. Thurs 11th of May. To finish the whole trip of we had dinner in a restaurant, and did a surprise party to celebrate Andrea's birthday, on the way back to Barrat's grandmother's home. Fri 12th of May. Dipesh knocks on the door at 6.30 am asking if I am ready to leave. It comes as a bit of a surprise because we didn't have any plans. And I get moody and struggle to keep myself together. We end up visiting some friends and the houses of two of the Nepali girls on the team, and pray for one of their sisters. Then we visit and pray for another member of the local church before we catch the bus back to Katmandu.

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Outreach in remote Nepal

I got up at 6.45 today a bit worried that the power bank I borrowed wasn’t fully charged. It ended up full ten min after breakfast. I left to go to the prayer house, to join in with daily devotions on song of songs. At the end of it kwe prayed for each others days needs and then I filled up a water bottle and left. I just got to the corner of the road and there I met Amos and his wife Ruth. Ruth did not waste any time but prayed for me straight away, telling her husband to join in too. To get some appropriate change for the bus to Charabhill I bought some bananas for 40 rupees. Today starts a 24 hour bus ride to sankhuwasabha. I caught the bus to meet Santana at 11am outside medicare hospital. At nearly 2pm we actually get on the bus. I guess that’s how it works here… Wednesday

We had some stunning views from the bus yesterday, but this morning at 6.45 it is still foggy, and not much can be seen. We have been driving all through the night, and I am very impressed with the driver. The road is getting narrower but he navigate the road fast and safe. Which I am glad about, because some of the drops of the road are seriously steep and deep. Strangely, despite the fact that this area is already quite remote, things are a bit more sophisticated and cleaner here somehow. 13.32 and there bus ride has finally finished. We have checked in to a hotel where there is building work going on and Sanata has been apologizing, but to be honest I don’t mind. I just thought we might get the room a bit cheaper. I did expect to be on the bus till evening, so we’re all good. After a quick wash and something to eat we pay a local pastor of Khandbari, the capital of the district Sankhuwasabha, a visit. Just as we finished praying at the local pastors house a thunder and lightning storm started with heavy rain, so we were stuck there, so we just chill out, 5or six of is in a small bedroom that is nothing more than a sturdy timber game classed with tin. His whole house was just a small timber frame cladded with tin really. We waited until the worst of the rain was over and walked back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel there was no electrical power. The military had dropped a big tree they were moving on the power-line. The next day I woke up early, this morning not because of barking dogs but because of men working on the hotel. It is a building site… Another local pastors has arrived at the hotel to get some instruction on how to use the projector to show the Jesus film. Without power that causes a bit of a delay. Something which is just part of daily live here. Nobody is particularly worried. However, the memory card with the film that is supposed to be in the projector is missing, the pastor that Sanata is training thinks he has the film on his phone but this turns out not to be right either, so sanata has to go out and buy a memory card and call the son of the man we visited last night, he turns up with a PC under his arm, and uses the projects instead of a monitor. At about 10.30 we finally finished breakfast and leave to set out on or journey, which starts with a half hour ride by tuk-tuk to the bus station, where we pay for a 4x4, taking us high up in the hills to our next stop, we ascent by foot deep down the valley, right down across a big river which is starting to swell, On the other side we have to go back up to the top of the next hill. Sanata tells me, a dam in China has broken through, which is why all the workers just came away from the bridge running up the step path. Sita isn’t very well with the walk, so the going is slow and we arrive at the church where we are meant to be, about 2 hours late, and by this time it is very dark. After short introductions, I then end up teaching the pastors of this little church how to set up the projector to show the Jesus film, which has been translated in Nepalese. This is actually a very effective way of sharing the gospel. In the morning that follows, Sanata teaches that church is not a building but people. Where two or more are gathered in my name, there I will be also, Jesus taught. His second subject, was that every believer s should share the gospel with his friends and neighbours. I did not know he wanted to speak about this but the day before he did ask me to share something, and as I considered what to speak about, the Holy spirit put the same subject on my heart , so I shared some of my testimony and shared on the subject. We had some Dahl bat with meat and then we stated or journey for the day, at about 10 am. What should have been a walk of about 5 hours took us most of the day, because Sita can’t keep up, besides on the way we stop by an underground spring where people are washing to share the gospel with somebody, and also to pray for several people and give out medication. I gave Sanata £45 to buy it before we left Katmandu. By the wayning of day which is at about 6 we cross the 4th and last bridge and this one is made of slender trees. The steel bridge that was here before has been destroyed by a swell of the river. I insisted to have a wash in the stream before I carried on the last half an hour of the walk, because I haven’t had a wash for two days and with such hard walking I really need one by now. By the time I finished it is pitch dark and I have to catch up with Sita and Sanata up a very steep climb. I just about manage to find the track by the light of my head torch, but it is well worth the effort for having a wash in a stream. Finally we arrive at Sanata’s parents house,we introduce ourselves have some food, consisting of millet cakes, some sort of root which Sanata’s brother has dug deep out of the ground specially for us, and salty tea. Salty tea is weird yes, but trust me, salty tea is really nice after this long climb. At about 10 we go sound asleep on the hard floor of the little house, well not directly on the floor I have a straw mat and the high honor of a nice rug. The following morning we wake up at about 5.30 the chock has been crowing for a while, and have some more of the strange tea, at about 9am church starts which we reach by walking up another small mountain track. I keep wondering who could possibly have had the strength and time to make these tracks. Most of then are like proper stairs obviously weathered over time, made up of bigger and smaller pieces of rock, but some of the rocks are pretty big. One huge rock actually had steps carved into it. Most of the church service I cannot understand at all again, and Sanata asks me to speak again. This time I explain that God had asked me to return to Nepal because his heart is breaking for the people of Nepal and respond to the situation I experience at hand, and teach that we cannot please God with long prayers and trying to be good Christians or keeping the ten commandments, but that Jesus died for us when we were still enemy’s of God. And that God longs to spend time with us personally and that faith is what pleases him. Sanata follows up by explaining a bit more in detail. The church service is followed by praying for people, handing out some specs and medication to various people, including none believers. Sita has gone back down to Sanata’s mothers house, but me and Sanata have lunch at his sister’s, where I am given a woolen rug that is used for guests to sit on. I am told that if somebody is offered to sit on one of these it is considered a high honour. Back at Sanata’s parents house we have Nettle soup, rice and something else strange to eat. Sunday 23 April Man, live starts early in these parts. Sanata’s mum starts the fire not long after the cock crows. I must say that the cat tried to get me to get up not long before, miauwing and pawing my feet, though for the rest of our stay it completely ignores me, probably as I told it I wasn’t getting up yet, we still lie snoozing for a little while. We have some breakfast of popcorn and black soy beans and some other stuff, I can’t keep asking what I’m eating, and it might be better not to know everything. After about 9am me and Sanata go and share the gospel with some people in the small village adjacent to the one where Sanata himself is from. We end up praying for the mother of a young woman, whom, the night before I asked the challenging question of why she was going to see the witch doctor with a large cock as payment… She already knows that Jesus heals! Now her mother is still badly I’ll with a fever. Before we prayed for her, her temperature was seriously high. I pray for her and for just a second feel the Holy Spirit move. About 5 min after praying for her, Sanata asks me if she has a fever, so I check her temperature again and this time she feels normal. My sceptic mind wonders if i am just imagening things… Sanata shares out some of the spectacles he had been given by a friend, we drink some “mountain dew” which politely I drink. We are given this everywhere we visit. We move on to the next house. Here lies one middle aged man seriously I’ll on his bed. He is drunk too, and by this time I get very grieved at the level of alcohol abuse in this remote place and wonder how they get it here. Anyway, me and Sanata pray for the man and at first nothing happens, then I have a word of knowledge that the man has pain every time food passes his esophagus. I shares this and the man confirms. We continue to pray and then I have a word of knowledge that he has serious trouble on the toilet and pain in his lowers abdomen. He confirms again and we pray. The holy Spirit tells me to give him two of my anti parasite tablets which are delivered to him the next day with clear instructions on how to use. We move on to the next house again and here it becomes clear how they keep up with the demand for alcohol. On a big bamboo mat is spread out a large quantity of millet that is fermenting, and one young woman is stirring it, she then mixes in some yeast and it is all put in a few large sealable drums. I wonder why the woman even bothers. Nearly every bloke here is in some state of drunkenness and by my standards she should be seriously fed up. Because I have asked what they are doing to all the stuff on the mat, I am offered some of this strange brew and I drink some. Partly because of curiosity to the taste, my fear of catching a stomach bug, and felt I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to accept. I would like to add that for the last 22 years I have drank only very occasionally and less than enough to become drunk. Sanata suddenly asks me to teach on the Abuse of alcohol so I share my testimony of how I became a Christian and after that I quite crudely tell them my idea of the general result of alcohol abuse on most or all men, while Sanata translates. We go back to Sanata’s parents house and on the way stop to talk to one man who asks me if it is true that a believer in Jesus will go to heaven when he dies. So I am sharing the gospel with him right down to explaining why there are things like disease and death. So, back to the start where Adam and Eve are created and the beginning if man’s sin. Back at Sanata’s parents house we rest and have some food, Sanata’s parents and brother have great fun by challenging me to eat some toad which turns out to be very, very tasty. I reasoned that after all they only live in water like fish do, so what is the difference? After that we get ray to leave the next day at 7. Sanata had planned to go to another could of villages, but because Sita is not able to do the walking he has cancelled that. We actually end u up leaving at 6.30 which is good because we need all the time we can get for daylight, so we start down the scarily steep ascend back down to the river. And cross the river after a shirt while walking me and Sanata go ahead of Sita, so we can have a good wash in the river Arun. We and or clothes are pretty dirty by this time, not having washed properly for days. By this time the sun is out and it starts to get very hot. When we are petty much finished, Sita crosses the bridge and we have agreed to catch up with her by the next stream after the crossing of the river Equa, so she can freshen up too. On the way back we have out more specs as we go and some basic medicine too. When we get to the stream where we are meant to meet up with Sita however, she is not there but eventually we catch up with her. On the way through the next village we pick up Sita’s bag from one of the local believers there which we had delivered there by the first church we visited on the way, because Sita was not able to carry the weight. After continuing downward for about an hour Sanata sees a 4x4 coming down the him on the other side of the Aqua river and he stress of down the him ahead of us to catch up with it so we can catch a ride back to Khandbari where we book in too a hotel for the night but this time there is no building site noise to same up to the next morning. What a shame!

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