The road to the middle-of-nowhere is a bumpy one. At least the roughest off-reading I’ve ever done. It took four hours to get to Thomonde, mostly off road and across a river. The last two cars got lost and had to backtrack, but we made it.
We got our clinic up and going by 11. After I met the local pastor, Paul, I talked to a large group of people in the waiting room (under a tree). I spoke to them about Jesus calming the storm.
We got to work and saw lots and lots of people. Nothing out of the ordinary, but a special, faithful group of families and children. I had a chance to speak with Lophane’s in-laws who came to the clinic today. I also had a chance to talk with My translator Jemmy about faith, culture and people. That was the best part of my day.