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Day 1
I’ll begin with our first full day in Zambia.  There was so much adventure just getting there, but I’ll save those for a travel entry.  We stayed in the missionary, Sherrie Avery’s home, then night we arrived.  We met the other nursing student missionaries, and experienced our first mosquito nets.  (I may refer to the nursing students as “the girls,” but they became very dear to us.)  Sara and Moriah had to learn to wear the wrap around skirts called a chitenge.  Chitenges were appropriate modest clothing in rural areas.  

The first day was supposed to be recover, adjust, and eventually find our way to the home we would be staying for the first week.   A missionary couple that lived close by, went on a trip to Italy, and said that we were welcome to stay in their home.  Such kindness existed all over Zambia.  Especially among missionaries, as you could imagine.  

The rest and recovery part was very difficult.  We were finally in Africa!  We were ready to get to work.  I was ready to unpack the sound system, connect it, and see if all the theories we had actually worked.  So we did.  

Everything was place indoors when we arrived the night before, so we drug it out of the house, and begin to sort things out.   Now we were 7 hours ahead of our normal time.  Between that strange feeling, the dry, cool air, and fatigue from the trip, we were moving in slow motion.  Elijah got the electric drums pieced back together.  Simeon got guitar strings tightened down from the trip.  Azariah was in charge of putting the stands together.  Moriah & Sara located all the power & signal cables, and begin mapping everything out just as we had  planned.  I was anxious to try out the new speakers that were purchased in Lusaka the day before.  They were powered by 220, and the rest of our American equipment by 110.  We ran from 2 generators.  A small but powerful 220, and a large, loud 110 American generator.  

Though we were at her home, Sherrie gave us permission to fire it all up and give it a test run.  At first, the smaller generator didn’t seem to run correctly.  We finally learned you had to pull the throttle back quite a bit, or it flooded.  After we learned that, it ran very well, and we were finally making our sound in Zambia, Africa.  

As you could imagine, it immediately stirred the sound waves in the neighborhood and drew attention.  Little heads started popping up over the walls, which was thrilling to us.  Sherrie and the girls set up chairs as if it were a concert.  A few kids made it through the gate, but we had to put a stop to that.  Sherrie as a big dog named Mufasa, and she was afraid that it would harm the children.  He was tied up now, but usually not.  The kids though that Sherrie owned a lion.  

We were all ready making friends.  They were already singing with us (too funny).  They were hanging out on the hammocks, and helping with the generators.  It was already a dream come true to my family.  To be obedient with faith and doubt.  And to see God already opening doors because we traveled as a family.  Me, as a father, could never put in to words what I felt during these few hours of this first moment.  I was just as proud as when they were newborn.  It more in love with Sara than I had ever been.  

After repacking everything, and feeling totally drained, we went into town to the market.  We wanted to pickup a few more chitenges, and experience what it was like.  As the only man, I felt very protective, though I assure you the girls could take care of themselves.  I’ll let the pictures speak for the themselves.  I shared the Gospel with one man along the way.  It was much like witnessing in the stages with a slight language barrier.  Because Zambia is a “Christian Nation,” the Christian lingo sometimes lands with little impact.  He told me that his father went to church.  That was something someone would have told me in the states!  I told him why Jesus was precious to me, and prayed that he would fine work for his fencing job.  

We finally made our way to the house that we would stay, and it was absolutely perfect.  A couple lived their to take care of the grounds named Tommy and Martha.  They had 3 boys and a girl.  More on the them later.  Even now, my heart misses the fellowship we had with them.  Martha prepared the traditional nshima meal along with chicken that you ate with your hands.  We liked it very much.  It would be served many times while in Zambia.  

Everyone had a bed.  Everyone was exhausted.  And we were in Zambia!  

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