Today at language school, Jason had to sit and listen to one of this country's most popular poems. It spoke of all the bad things about the capital city. Then it gave a picture of their god on one side of a river and man on the other side. Neither one could solve the problems. It was quite a depressing poem! But then the teacher asked Jason to choose a popular poem to read in class tomorrow. (Um... Can a door be swung open any wider?!!) I cannot wait to see which Psalm Jason chooses to read... In CLASS... in front of everyone!
Today, traffic was awful! I am not going to complain, but it was tough! I had to drive on muddy, bumpy roads with Michaela and Dipikha. Potholes does not even begin to explain what we were driving on. There was more traffic on the roads than we have seen the whole time we have been here. But, by God's grace, we made it safely to church. There are some days we just praise the Lord we are alive! Ha!
Then, on the way home, the traffic was worse! I couldn't believe it could get any worse, but it did! I wish I could describe the traffic scene for you, but nothing I say would do justice to this picture of chaos.
This is the best I can come up with... Take a full package of speghetti noodles, break them in half, and drop them on a two foot square table. That's what an intersection looks like. There are cars, bikes, motorcycles, vans, buses, scooters, rickshaws, pedestrians, and a few dogs all mangled together in a tangled mess coming from four to six different directions. The distance between vehicles is so thin that pedestrians literally step over bumpers and fenders sometimes to pass in between. And when the traffic cop says it is time for a group to go??? Ya better hope you are not in the way! It is every man for himself!
Needless to say, when we return to the States for furlough, we will have to relearn how NOT to drive so aggressively. As of right now, I battle right in there with the best of them, and have no problem cutting in front of someone. When in Rome... You know the drill.
So we sat at an intersection for fifteen or twenty minutes. While we were there, we struck up a conversation with a guy beside us. As the conversation wound down, Michaela gave him a tract. It always takes the sting out of tough situations when God opens the door for sharing the Gospel.
We made it all the way home, dodging many fender benders by mere inches... One by mere centimeters. (Mom, if you read this to Granny, tell her I said we are only going a few miles an hour when traffic is like this. The most it would do is cause a dent. No worrying, Granny! Love you!)
Now, I just Wish we had some chocolate. Nothing cures traffic stress like chocolate.