We just celebrated the feast of the lamb with our Fulani friends. This is a day commemorating God’s gift of a ram to sacrifice in place of Abraham’s son. Every muslxim family that is able kills a lamb/ram, and everyone dresses up and the young women and girls make intricate henna markings on their feet and hands. I visited 5 different households, taking gifts of tea and sugar for the home and bubblegum to hand to the kids for the “blessing of the day”. I was fed lamb, grilled or in sauce, and rice along with it at each house, as well as piping hot sugary tea. I had a fun time visiting with the wives and children, talking about village news and also getting in the story of Abraham and how God gave us the perfect lamb sacrifice. I was hard put to get away with eating just a little bit at each house. Each hostess insisted that I keep eating, that I wasn’t full, that I didn’t like her food…. Thankfully I didn’t have to face eating intestines this year! At the end of my rounds I joined Roy for a few minutes at the Chief’s house, and then, as we were sitting there, we heard the mission airplane from Yaounde land at the airstrip about 2 miles down the road. The plane had picked up a very sick man in the far northeast and was dropping him off at our hospital. I cut my visit with the Chief short, and left Roy to come home by motorcycle, as I had to hurry home in our truck to make sure a room was ready for the pilot, just in case he needed to overnight at our mission, because it was quite late in the afternoon. Turns out he made it back to Yaounde just fine, but I was able to take down our laundry before the late afternoon dew made it wet again. A very full day!
