--May 5th--
“Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder consider all the worlds they hands have made. I see the stars; I hear the rolling thunder, thy power throughout the universe displayed… How great thou art.” Who knew there was such beauty in a place the media portrays as impoverished. Poor? Sure, by materialistic standards, but so rich in culture and natural beauty. The flight into Sudan was dreamlike. From the air I could see nothing but massive grasslands spotted with grass hut villages. We landed the small plane on the dirt runway and after a short check-in the SP guys and I headed to Yei (Yay). The dirt roads are very rough and damaged from the rains. Along the roadsides there are little grass huts, some with, some without mud walls. People are everywhere. The women carry water, food, or firewood on their heads; men are walking or riding motor bikes; and the children are running around. One thing they all have in common--the will to survive. There is so much movement as everyone tries to sell something or do anything they can just to make a living.
The compound is nice. It's a lot nicer than I expected anyway. I have a tin roof over my head, concrete floors and a bed to sleep in. Most of the workers here on the compound are Kenyan, Ugandan, and Sudanese. They are all solid guys, very welcoming, and very funny. I am glad to get to share a bunkhouse with several of them. They have invited me to church tomorrow.
