A Lisu child plays on the ground beside a rickety house with dirt floors and wooden walls. At first the noise is so faint that she cannot hear it- whoarh, whoooarh, whoooooarh- but soon she gets up and looks around. Whooarh, arh, arh, whooooooarh. Louder and louder comes the sound, and the dogs begin to bark! The big red truck roars around the corner and into the village square trailing a choking cloud of dust, which overwhelms the vehicle as it comes to a stop. Out of the truck and out of the dust appear smiling Lisu Bible College students- happy to arrive after a twisty, turny five-hour trip into the mountains!
Wide-eyed, the little girl watches in wonder as the students greet the village Christians and set up for the evening evangelism and instruction. Soon the villagers are laughing at the antics of Seru, Grace and twenty-three other LBI students as they dramatize contemporary living problems and point the way to Christ as the only Way. The drama is followed by singing and preaching and the village enjoys the once-a-year visit late into the evening. But the sleeping child is carried back into the ramshackle hut.
She wakes the next day, and is led by her older sister to the church building for a special adventure. Never before has Fulida village seen a Sunday School- but the LBI students plunge in- teaching the children songs about Jesus, clapping along with them, and cradling the smaller ones. Smiles everywhere! And after church- the first Thanksgiving feast ever held in Fulida village! Pumpkins and fruit and corn are stacked high in front of the church pulpit. Bamboo mats are rolled onto the floor of the church, and the LBI students share a meal with the village Christians.
Afterward, the remains of the feast are cleaned up, the students pile into the back of the pickup, and the little Lisu girl sees Mah Pah (teacher) Laine and Mah Mah (teacher) Christy climb into the front of the truck. Vroom, Vroom! Whoarh, whoooarh, whoooooarh. The billowing dust hides the truck as it disappears around the corner. Dust and silence settle over the village like a blanket. And little black eyes stare down the road as memories of fun dance in a little head.
Note to friends of the Lisu People of Southeast Asia: This is a pretty close account of what a trip to a remote village is like. Your continuing support of Asias Children will help keep these students in contact with the orphans.
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