Opening the aircraft door instantly flooded our lungs with cold and crisp mountain air. A wheelbarrow arrived from the clinic, which allowed us to transport our sleeping bags and Bibles with ease over the singular worn out dirt path amongst the higher wet grass. The clinic workers showed us where we would sleep, and we all grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to the villages in the surrounding areas.
Carolyn, Abuti Karabo and I traveled up a hill littered with streams and rocks passing out a paper with a Bible message and inviting passerby’s to join us for the Jesus Film that night. Our objective was to reach a single lone tree at the edge of a ridge, which was a landmark I recognized where the Chief lives. I have been blessed in the past to spend time getting to know him and was very excited to return.
We visited every home in his village, but the Morena (Chief) was nowhere to be found. As we began our descent back to the airport Abuti Karabo said that a man had invited us into the Chief’s house, but he didn’t think he was there. Abuti let me enter first and I was taken by surprise when the Morena was sitting waiting for us. The man who invited Abuti Karabo to enter was the Chief, but is so young Karabo didn’t imagine it could be him. The three of us sat down around a small table littered with important papers inside a stone building with a tin roof.
After some small talk I asked if I could practice my Sesotho and began to read the Gospel paper. The message is a concise walk through our relationship with God and our need for Christ’s blood. At the end it gives some practical examples of ways to grow and strengthen that relationship. The Chief said he understood the message clearly and was grateful for our presence in his village. We invited him to come and meet with us over the next few days during the events and continue our discussion.