Some of you might know that I broke my leg playing basketball. I had to wear a walking boot for four weeks so I wasn’t able to deliver any Bibles this month. But my brother volunteered to deliver a bible for me, so this is going to be a blog from my brother Orion:

When we moved to Clarkston eight years ago, we lived in an apartment and all our neighbors were refugees. The people who lived below my bedroom were from Congo and they spoke Swahili. Actually, they came from the Maheba Refugee Camp in Zambia where they lived for many years. They were Catholic and they wore rosary beads around their necks. Nabulu and her husband lived there and they had eight kids. Sometimes they asked us to help them with different things. A couple times, Nabulu even came to our Swahili church to get prayed for

But then they moved to Macon, which is about 1 ½ hours from Clarkston, and we didn’t see them anymore.

But more and more families are moving to Macon too because the houses are cheaper there. They have a Bible study because they don’t have a church in Swahili. Nabulu went to the Bible study a lot and then she became a Christian. Now she has been asking for a Swahili Bible for a long time and we decided to bring her one.

So, I went with my dad to visit Macon on Sunday. We went to the Bible study and there were about 25 people there. They were mostly kids or teenagers but Nabulu and a couple other adults were there too. Nabulu was excited to see us again and we were glad to see her too. I gave the Bible to Nabulu and she was really happy to get that Bible. Afterward we had lunch with her – some fufu and fish and also some maandazis.

I could see that giving someone a Bible in their language can make a big difference. They can understand about God because they can read about Him in the language they know. Even if they don’t have much, getting that Swahili Bible seemed like the most important thing.