This day, Kylie and Karis joined Florence and I. I told them there could be no whining, no complaining of heat or walking, etc, and I wasn’t quite sure how Karis was going to do. We first walked to the hospital to pray for a friend we had heard was there. Then we walked to the prison.
It was pretty hot, and I didn’t let the girls bring water bottles because the women don’t have access to water so easily, and none of them ever has a drink while we are there.
We were all thirsty before we got to the prison, and Karis looked a little worn. She also had a “deer in the headlights look” as the women all came to shake their hands. All of the women spoke to them in Lugbara, and Kylie understands the normal questions, so she was able to tell them she was fine, how old she was, and her name. I had to interpret a little for Karis, but she did okay.
Again, the ladies sang a “welcome” song, but this time, they sang two. The first was, “We’re so glad to have visitors,” and then they sang my favorite, “Wel – come to Pri – son.” Now, both my girls had the “deer in the headlights” look. I had to keep reminding them to smile, especially Karis.
I brought Peter Spier’s book “Noah” to show the ladies more illustrations of how the flood might have been. This led to questions about what they ate on the boat. I had already told them about Noah taking food on the boat for the animals, but maybe I didn’t mention about food for Noah’s family. Peter Spier’s book also shows Noah gathering eggs, fishing, and getting milk from the cow.
After all the flood discussion, we started today’s story: Abraham.
When I asked them at the end, why Abram and Lot had to separate, one lady said, “Because Abram and Lot hated each other.” It made me realize they listen about as closely sometimes as a 2nd grade Sunday school class.
They also wanted to know if Abraham had taken Isaac up to sacrifice him because he had been a bad son. Again…is anyone listening today? I did actually see a few eyes shutting. Not only am I not thoroughly entertaining, they were sitting in a hot room after lunch. Oh well. Hopefully we discussed until they had a better understanding of the story. I also ended it like the Jesus Storybook Bible does, comparing God’s Son who also walked up a hill for a sacrifice, carrying wood on His back. But this time, God didn’t spare the Son’s life.
My girls were hot and tired when it was all over, and Kylie leaned over and asked me (a little worriedly) if EVERY woman was going to give a prayer request. I assured her they wouldn’t today, but we DID get everyone’s updated court dates (if they had one) on the calendar I bring every week, so we know who to pray for, specifically, on what days.
When we got back to Florence’s container (an 8 ft x 6 ft metal box that serves as her “store”), those girls each drank 16 ounces of water more quickly than I had ever seen.