Challenges.

Yesterday while we were stopped in Bukeeka on our way home, we found out that a man had been sacrificed the night before. There weren't very many adults from Fountain at the tourney. Now we know why. They were at his funeral. It upset a lot of us younger ones on the team. Especially Todd. We just can't wrap our minds around the fact that there really is human sacrifice happening around us. The man was a butcher. We drove past his shop every single day on our way to the school. We marveled at the fact that raw meat was left to just hang out all day long. Next thing we know, he's dead. Sacrificed. It's hard. Todd was ready to just set out on a man hunt for the person who did it. We can't do anything about it though. Witch doctors hold so much power over these people. Nothing we can say to them will change their minds. Fear drives every aspect of their lives. So, I just prayed. For every single man and woman I saw walking home alone last night. Even for the ones I didn't see. That's all that there seems to be left to do. Pray. Pray hard. For miracles, safety, and for God to work through us in ways we can't even see. That is the prayer of everyone on our team right now. And yes, Megan and I consider ourselves a part of this Washington team. In the four days we've been here, we've grown to be like a family. God definitely knew what he was doing.