12Stone Liberia Blog

*Rain strummed against the house before the sun could say anything this morning. The resulting humidity hung to everything. First thing after breakfast was an hour and a half car ride out to Diana Davies' Orphanage.

As some of you may know, and for those of you that don't, this orphanage holds one of 12Stone's generators, installed by a team a little more than two years ago. So needless to say, there were some familiar faces, and as Jonathan put it “they were bright, with welcoming eyes,” creating a comfortable reunion/introduction for us all.

Thinking back now, it's all very light and dreamy, baby blues and soothing yellows, in my mind. In a way, I think it was the Spirit on that place. Diana Davies, as Dave was telling us, is a very influential woman, raising up this orphanage, developing these children burned by war and abuse into refined gems, people of great potential and character. The facility schools a thousand children from the orphanage to the outstanding area, providing night classes to those who work in the daytime and is still growing. I think I overheard the talks of a cafeteria and a computer building. Who knows what God can accomplish?

Speeding across town, weaving in and out of the way of motorbikes, we made it back home just in time for the NGO Party. I've personally been waiting for this all week. Rodney gathered some of the areas non-profit organizations to our place, serving burgers from the grill, to give us a little perspective on what others do here all the while networking everyone in the area. We met some interesting people, including the head of the local radio station that sends out Pastor Kevin's messages everyday and a group of women staying at Orphan Relief and Rescue.

Amy and I were recruited to do voice-over work for the radio station, reading for advertisements on a school and church in the area. So, Mom and Grandma, if you're reading this, know that your boy is famous now; consider the farm paid for, we're moving to Beverly Hills. Alas, it was fun, albeit tedious.

So, we danced. We sang. The party carried us until around seven. I think it was a critical success, I don't know a person that didn't eat their weight in burger. Surprisingly, the weathered swayed in our favor, spreading the rain clouds and setting in a soft breeze, making this all possible in the first place.

Sunday is church the Liberian way, so roll up your sleeves and get ready to dig in tomorrow night. Thanks for reading.

Zac

*Best read while listening to your favorite 90's Dance Music

I got worms!

On the way out of the Orphanage