They Carried Some....... of my Load

On November 2, I went up to one of the coolest village in our town. The following day, I had to wait my friends/classmates who are dropping drop by to visit the place and probably see me too:). Upon reaching the place after hiking for two hour and a half under a coopertaive moon, they reached where I was waiting for them with gratitude. They said the hiking was worth it. The place allowed them to sing "How Great Thou Art" because of the the grandeur they see God has created.

The day I hiked going up to the mountain was afternoon. I did not have to be in a hurry so I stop for a while from time to time to take a rest and take some pictures. In one of the place where I was taking pictures, a bunch of guys, many of whom are youths two other older ones me asked if they can carry some of my stuffs. I have thought for a while if I should say yes to their offer or not. Realizing that I am with my people, I finally said okay. (Having lived in the lowland for a number of years made me think to say yes until I realized that I was in our village. This is something one would not dare to do in the city or town especially if you do not know the person/s who will offer to carry your stuffs or they will just ran away with your belongings) I do not actually know them. In our village however, it is not a question of whether you know the person who will carry your stuff or not. There is an established trust and part of a tradition that you can have your stuffs carried by anyone because you know that nothing will be lost. If the people who carried your belongings reach the place ahead of you, you will surely touch your things or backpack intact. An act of kindness practiced for centuries even before we became believers that has rooted among our people. It does not need to be paid back.

I reach the place where those guys left my stuff without anything missing. I regretted that I forgot to offer some of the food in one of the plastic bags where I put them. It was good to recall and feel what it is to be with my people again. These people who helped me were not believers. To them I say thanks...