They didn't always understand my English, but my attempts to speak Bassa cracked them up. Mouie! Eh, Mouie!
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The continuing saga of Bob, Renita, Hannah, and Noah-- four ordinary Americans trying to figure out what Dancin' with the One Whut Brung 'Em means. Currently, it means being servants to the people of Liberia, and being served in return. What does that look like? Pay attention and find out with them!
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- Honey, I'm Home
- We're on our way. This is past the city of Buchana...
- The Land Cruiser navigates a very shaky log bridge...
- The road narrows to Cestus City, Rivercess County.
- The Dreamed Guest House, my home away from my home...
- The workshop site, Open Bible Mission, in the mids...
- The conflict mediation workshop. Fanantee and Aaro...
- Participants practicing a conflict they can mediate.
- A sweaty me explaining a point to a Paul, particip...
- They didn't always understand my English, but my a...
- One of the particpant teams report while Pappa Doe...
- Ah, the evening meal waiting for us at our guest h...
- Time to head home. The road is a tad slippery fro...
- On the homeward journey, a cab is stuck in the mud...
- A typical rainforest home on the way out.
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