Many people are under the impression that to be a missionary you must go somewhere and simply suffer. It is no fun. Only suffering. They are wrong. A couple of weeks ago, my team and I went to Pilanesburg Game Park. In other words, we spent two days enjoying God’s increadible creations of elephants, giraffes, water buck, springbok, wildebeest, warthog, rhinoceros, kudu, hippopotamus, impala, other various grazing and browsing animals, tons of birds, and even a few lions in their own natural environment. Our fearless leader and tour guide was John Paul who took us on several private drives. We were able to watch the sunset one evening in an open air vehicle and watched a large male lion enjoy his kill. John Paul said he was a bachelor because he was still there eating alone the next day. We located him by the smell of the previous night’s dinner. The next morning we got up a little before 5:00 am and saw the sunrise and then followed a lioness down the road as she led us to her small pride that we were able to watch across a beautiful lake. The only animals we did not see were the cape buffalo, the leopard, and the cheetah. It was an increadible experience that I am very thankful I had the opportunity to participate in. God is good.
A few safari side notes:
There is a difference between grazing and browsing. There are advantages to both so I haven’t decided which one it would be better to be.
Browsers have small mouths and pick leaves off trees. It is good to have the small mouth of a browser in some instances. The Black Rhino is a browser.
Grazers, on the other hand, have large wide mouths and eat the grasses of the fields. I would like to be a grazer of God’s Word eating as much as I can. The White Rhino is a grazer.
White rhinos push their babies in front of them much like the White races carry their children in front. Black rhinos make a path for the babies through the trees so that they can easily follow behind them much like the Black races carry their children on their backs.
I can’t remember which grazer it is, but one of them (springbok or kudu I think) has a white ring around its rump. They say that it was the first animal on Noah’s Ark, and the paint on the toilet seat wasn’t dry yet.
Impala is pretty good meat.
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You should be a writer angel girl! You are so observant and your examples are so interesting! What a great experience you had at the game park. But I still don't think I want to eat impala! My love and prayers! MOM
My girl... I want to run on those grassy plains... but just for a minute... you know I'm old. I could eat impala with you though. Mom and Pat (I call him dad now) are taking good care of me. Honey is annoying with all that ball chasing she wants to do but I'm learning to ignore her. I sleep on mom's side of the bed so I won't miss you so much... but I still do miss you a ton. I have a new bed that I like to lay on and I have a new toy that I don't let Honey play with (she has all of those balls!). I love you... you are still my girl! Landers
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