I had had a very good visit across the border with different Fulani friends. One friend is finally getting better having suffered with filaria for some time. Now we just have to figure out how she can get her cataracts taken care of. She cannot cross the border safely to have cataract surgery at our mission hospital because she is Fulani, so she must travel a minimum of 2 days but more likely 4 days in crowded buses to a place she’s never been before to pay exorbitant prices (compared to our mission hospital, not to U.S. standards) to have the surgery. Another friend listened very attentively to a New Testament story, and I think is finally understanding that good works isn’t an automatic entry to heaven.
I was heading home to the farm after having dropped off friends and some supplies at the mission when smoke started coming out from under the hood of our truck. I was on my way down a hill and tried to brake and pull over quickly but when I depressed the brake, my foot went clear to the floor with no result. I jammed on the emergency brake and turned off the motor and called Roy, who went on his motorcycle for our local and very dependable mechanic, Leonard. Our buddy, Benoit Z, also showed up and towed our truck to the garage. I am so thankful for your prayers, because this incident happened so close to home. I am convinced that your prayers kept me from losing my brakes face to face with a logging truck, or a long way out in the boonies.
