BUZZ! “Hello? . . . Visit the church in Kebane village on Sabbath? . . . Sure!”

My two sisters and I were not enjoying that thought at all. Sabbath morning, I picked at my food and walked slowly to the river. My friend Kebase and I settled into our dugout canoe for the ride, and before I knew it, we were in a totally different landscape. As we pushed through the fog, we saw towering trees that seemed to touch the sky. Vines crept around massive tree trunks and crawled up into the majestic treetops. Kebase pointed out that someone was growing pumpkins on the roof of their house.

After two hours, we got to Kebane. People welcomed us by singing and throwing homemade paper confetti as we walked in. Under someone’s house, my father gave the sermon, and afterward, someone brought out a big bucket of guavas. Mine wasn’t ripe, but it was still nice to eat.

While my parents were talking, Kebase and I went swimming. The village boys stood on the high river bank and did backflips into the water. I followed suit. That was a lot of fun.

Then it was time to go. My father gave a solemn prayer, and everybody walked thoughtfully to the riverbank.

SPLAT! The quiet was broken by my dad slipping and landing in the mud. We all started laughing together. We soon waved goodbye to the villagers and started toward home.
An hour later, it began to rain hard, and then even harder! The wind blew the rain into our faces, and all conversation in the dugout canoe stopped. The girls started to sing, and we joined in. After another couple of hours, my hands were numb, and my teeth were chattering. We were all relieved when we finally got home. I said goodbye to my friends and ran to our house to put on dry clothes. It felt so good!

Even though we did not want to go, we actually had fun, and God helped us to have a good attitude.

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