Confession: I came to Tchaguine with the expectation that I was going to serve, to give, to teach, to pray for, and to bless the people here. I realize now that I overestimated what I have to give, and underestimated what they would share with me. The people here serve me so well. The children give me mud and clay models of cows, nomads, horses, and other pieces of artwork. Everyone I'm around helps teach me about the language, the culture, their perspective on God and his creation. I have had 3 Chadians tell me that they pray for me every day, that I would learn the language and that God would keep me safe and healthy while I'm here. Many people have come by to visit, to pray for me, to just welcome me to Tchaguine. I have never felt more blessed.
God is already here, and he doesn't need me to save his world. He does delight in his children serving and loving each other though, and I have seen that so clearly during my time here in the village. The church, the people, the songs, none of it is the same, but the people here are recognized as disciples of Christ by their love for one another.
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