We had a lovely Christmas here in Lopit. Unfortunately, I didn’t get many pictures from the church service—I was doing video instead. I think the most beautiful part was when they sang “Silent Night” in one of the languages close to their own. (There are some songs translated into a trade language, which is in some ways close to the dialect from here.) The service was supposed to start at 10—in fact, the day before the pastors urged everyone to be there at 9 so we could start on time—but it didn’t begin until after noon sometime. The pastors weren’t there until really late, either. Hilarious. Toward the end of the service, people from the village came down. They really just came for the free food—the church slaughters a cow every year. Sad. Really sad.
This is Steve, cooking some goat leg at our team Christmas party. I told him he looked really American, sitting in his lawn chair with the spatula (before he struck this lovely pose). I think I might give him a “Kiss the Cook” apron for Christmas next year.
The boys had a lovely set up for our Christmas dinner with them. They even painted a Christmas tree on their wall with mud and had candles for decorations. It was actually really pretty once it got dark.
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