We started Friday with one last service. Before the service, Dad had asked me to say one more thing during his 30 minute sending message, but fortunately he didn't call me forward. I just didn't have any idea of what to say other than "thank you".
The camp ended after the service; to send everyone out they did a really cool balloon drop. Then we took another hundred pictures and said our good-byes to the students. Then we (our team of 8) drove back into the mountains and "enjoyed" another beautiful/terrifying drive.
It was even scarier than last time because we had all our luggage with us (adding a couple hundred pounds to our rear end) and we got stuck behind a semi-truck hauling rebar. If you've ever seen a rebar truck before you know that the steel hangs several feet off the end of the truck. So we are winding back and forth, going up hill, with 8 people and our luggage, with cliffs on our left and the "trench of death" on our right, in the rain, and Pastor Matthew is tailgating the rebar truck like he's in a NASCAR race. Our windshield could not have been more than a few feet away from the truck on many occasions. I sat mildly terrified in the back seat of the van, but my Dad got a great look at it from the passenger seat. There were times when he was literally hanging on to his seatbelt with both hands as a nervous reaction to our proximity to the huge truck in front of us.
We made it to the mountain village that we had visited earlier in the week (wednesday) and dropped off some of our luggage to make the trip further into the mountains a little easier. After the drop off we drove across the bottom of the country to end up driving back up north along the coast along the pacific ocean. We turned off the highway and across a one lane bridge (but not a one way bridge) and headed up to Tuban. This is the village where Pastor Matthew recently accepted an appointment from the Taiwanese FM conference.
I need to take some time to comment on how Pastor Matthew, his wife MeiMei, and daughter Cindy were fantastic hosts during our week together. They are warm, friendly, inviting, energetic, charismatic, fun-loving, caring, Godly people. They live in a tiny 3 room apartment attached to the church (2 of the rooms are bedrooms) and have little of the comforts we are accustomed to here at home. Still, they offered us everything they had and were very generous, I really enjoyed being with them.
We arrived at the village late in the afternoon and had some time to walk around the community and meet the people. The mountain villages in Taiwan are small, poor towns inhabited by the aboriginal tribes of Taiwan. Tuban is home to people from the Paiwan tribe (the other major group is the Rukai). We met a young man named "Tennis" (with a T) who gave us a ride though the narrow winding streets on a scooter. It was fun to have a second motorcycle ride. The excitement made me really want one here at home. That night Dad gave another sermon, bringing his weekly total to 7 different messages in 6 days! It was amazing to listen to how God lead Dad's messages to be uniquely fitted to each congregation and audience; I know if it were me it would be really tempting to just give the same lesson 7 times, but Dad really poured out his heart and listened for what God wanted to say to each group.
That night I stayed up to prepare for the message that I would be delivering to a group of students the next day. I had a pretty solid idea of what I wanted to do, but after listening to Dad all week the bar had been raised. Plus I knew with speaking through a translator I would need a better outline since I would be constantly pausing and I didn't want to lose my place. We went to bed that night on the floor in the apartment. It was a rough night not just because of the hard wood, but also the sweltering humidity. I was also excited because there was just one day left in Taiwan!
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