Yesterday, Sunday, when we took the Lord’s Supper we immediately noticed that something was wrong with the fruit of the vine. I looked at Steve and Steve looked at me, I glanced over at Timothy and could see by his face that he noticed something was wrong with it. I took a wet wipe and discretely wiped off my lips and tongue. I looked at Steve and mouthed, “gasoline”. The taste would not go away. When the church leader was asked if he thought it tasted strange he said that he poured it out of its original container into a plastic coke bottle so it would be easier to pour into the cups. He said that he did not realize that he had previously used the plastic bottle as a container for gasoline for his motorcycle. He was very sorry about the mistake. We had him throw out the batch that was in the container and start with a fresh clean bottle that we brought from the mission house with us. After services Steve asked if I thought we should start taking some antibiotics. I told him that the gasoline residue in the bottle probably killed all the germs. When we got back to the mission house Timothy said his throat was still burning!
Speaking of gasoline; the mechanics here in Yendi take gasoline into their mouths and spray it into the carburetors of the vehicles and motorcycle that are hard to start. So I guess gasoline will not kill you!
Meri, the pregnant lady that interprets for us at the Child Center was back at work today. She said that she stayed in the hospital a couple days and that they gave her more malaria medicine and IV fluids. She said that she was feeling much better but she was still tired. She dosed off and on all morning.
Zorash came to work this morning even though she was sick. She has diarrhea. I wish she had stayed home because that is contagious. Mid way through the morning she took some medicine. She also drank several glasses of ORS (oral rehydration solution). Maybe her medicine will kick in and she will get to feeling better.
This morning we had Nazo dig a pit for the food type garbage we throw away. We do not have chickens but all our neighbors have chickens and they come into the compound to eat the garbage we throw out on the dump pile. The idea of the pit is to put all the compostable food in the pit to decompose. The pit will have a lid so the chickens cannot get to the food and maybe they will go somewhere else to eat. The roosters wake us up in the mornings before we are ready to get up.
Thank you for all you do for us and for the work.
In His Service,
Steve and Kandie
