Wednesday, May 21, 2014
“To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.” — Oscar Wilde
We spent all morning getting ready for our Finnish missionary guests. We cleaned the guest cottage, put in clean towels, soap, toilet paper, and made sure there was bottled water and that all the mosquito nets were in good working order. Neema went to town to buy the food supplies that we would need for their dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. We got our brand new stove working, so Neema was delighted. For several years, she has been cooking on two gas burners that needed small rocks to keep them level. Now, she has a six-burner gas stove with an over that includes a rotisserie. We bought sodas and got them in the refrigerator so they would be cold when our guest arrived. We swept, cleaned, and trimmed the grounds so they would look good, too. Then, we got a phone message that the main Finnish pastor had had passport problems and was still in Finland. If things work out in Finland, they will be here tomorrow evening, just 24 hours late which is not a problem for us because we are ready. It is so much better for visitors to be one day late than one day early—and that has happened too. For those of you who don’t know me, one of the things I inherited from my father was an incredible propensity for skin cancer. I have survived malignant melanoma when I only had a 10% chance of living two more years. Of course that was in 1977, so I beat that one, but I have had over twelve surgeries and two months of radiation on my head for other skin cancers. I even had one large one removed here in a bush hospital with no anesthesia but survived. I lost half of my right ear to skin cancer, but a wonderful doctor in Rogers who refused payment, rebuilt it so even I have trouble remembering which ear it was. The point of all this is that Shaban took the car downtown today to get the windows tinted to protect my arms and face. Almost all our trips are north or south so we have the eastern sun and the western sun on me a lot of the time. It usually gives me high fever and chills if I am exposed for too long. What is remarkable about today is that I didn’t ask for this and Shaban is paying for it with his own money. I am humbled and happy because I don’t like skin cancer—I don’t know if anyone ever does, but Shaban’s gift will be gratefully accepted.