24 hours alone

Hello everybody,

I just wanted to say hi and tell you that right now John is picking up beds for our kids.... yes, they have been borrowing beds, thank you Jason and Emilee.   We also had some shelves built for our kitchen that will hold a water cleaning system...  Cannot wait!!!

So, John leaves today for Abuja with Jason to pick up our director, Dain, and Dain gets in around 4:30 in the morning tomorrow, so Jason and John are going tonight and spending the night to get to the airport in the morning to get him.  It is about a 3 1/2 hour car ride to get there and it is not wise to drive at night here, so that is why they leave after lunch today.  You could pray for the safety of the kids and I.  I am not too concerned, we have two guards that watch our property and sleep in the boys quarters that live behind our house.  They are two nice young men that are very kind and believers in Christ.  We have walked outside before and interrupted a prayer time they were having.  There is something sweet about two young men having no reserves to just pray whenever.  

So, I wanted to bring up something that I have yet to talk about for no reason, but it makes up the Nigerian culture and I would be remiss not to mention it.  It would be the Muslim influence of Jos, Nigeria.    This city is 50% christian and 50% muslim.  For the most part, muslim/christian live next door from one another amicably.   It is a very large influence that seems more factual than emotional or even spiritual.  For example, when I shop at the market, there are the muslim market areas and there are christian market areas.  Both shop at both without much thought.  The biggest thing I have noticed is EVERY morning at 5:30am we are awoken to loud speakers all around the neighborhoods with muslim prayers and songs.  It reminds me of what I picture politicians doing in the past, traveling around in a car encouraging the people to vote for him.  It is quite the morning routine.  I think eventually I will get used to the sound, maybe like someone who stays at someone's home that owns a grandfather clock.  The first night you hear the every 15 minute chime, but by the end of the week, you forget they even own one because you don't hear but occasionally.  I am interested to understood the relationship more.  I will keep you posted as I learn more.  

Anyway, there you have it.  I need to go because we just ran out of power and we cannot run our generator long right now.  I need it for tonight when John is gone.  You all have a good day.

God Bless,

Cor