As I write this, it is mid-rainy season. In Kangaba, rain has been falling almost every day—sometimes just a light sprinkle, other times a pelting downpour that lasts for hours. Everywhere we look, we see things growing. On a recent Sabbath afternoon walk in the valley behind our house, we saw acres of tiga (peanut plants) popping up above the red soil. We also saw nyo (millet) that was already above my knees. The kaba (corn) also looked like it was growing well.

We pray that this rain continues to fall and that all the crops produce a fine harvest. Due to last year’s poor rains, many people are suffering from food shortages right now as they wait for their crops to mature. We hope this year produces a food surplus.

As we were walking, we saw a visible reminder of how anxious people are about the harvest. Stuck in the ground in front of a field of corn was a forked stick with a boli (fetish) wedged into the fork. The boli was shaped like a horn and was coated with a dry red substance, most likely blood from a sacrificed chicken. The field owner was calling on spiritual forces to protect his field and grant him a good crop.

Please pray with us that the people of this area will desire to learn about the One who can truly provide for their every need.

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