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From Nsanje we hiked up the mountain to the area of Chididi. They aren't joking when they call it a mountain, and when it comes to journeying back down the mountain we're amazed at some of the slopes we made it up. About a third of the way up I had a horrible asthma attack - which was strange considering I don't have asthma. Didn't anyway... But that was a scary experience. My lungs slowly opened up again though, and the high pitched wheezing went away - and we journeyed on and I made it up with only a couple more minor attacks.
As we neared the top the kids of the village began meeting us along the way, and soon one of them was saying Suzanne, Suzanne! I replied, "No actually, my name is Emily." To which he yelled "Suzanne! Suzanne!" and gestured onward. We pushed ourselves once again and attempted running up the last bit, and rounding the last hill saw our tents pitched and chairs out for us with tea and bananas.
The next five days spent on the mountain were beautiful and wonderfully challenging. In four days time we held 12 services, quickly conquering our fears of preaching and giving testimonies, and developing the rhythm of translation. Worship in these churches is amazing! Here beauty in singing is not determined by tone or pitch but by volume, and the louder you sing the better. It’s powerful to say the least. The women circle in front with shakers that are loud enough to be heard even as the entire village is crammed into the church singing as loudly as their bodies allow.
A couple of the days we hiked to other villages to preach. One day we hiked three hours to a village, winding in and out of
There is no electricity here on the mountain, and night falls early in the evening.
Life here is beautiful and simple. So different than anything we know. Everything relies on the crops yielded, which are brought down either side of the mountain to either