Great Comfort

Mon­day evening, Ariel and I, along with all of the adults of Rose Creek Vil­lage, came togeth­er for a manda­to­ry, last-minute meet­ing called by the lead­ers in the vil­lage. We were giv­en some ter­ri­ble news: one of the fam­i­lies who had been liv­ing in the vil­lage for many years had decid­ed that they were going… Con­tin­ue read­ing Great Com­fort

Pork what?!

My sec­ond old­est, Ronan, turned six last week. As part of the cel­e­bra­tions, I woke him up ear­ly and took him out to break­fast, just him and I. In this town, if you want to get food instead of just edi­ble sub­stances ear­ly in the morn­ing, you go to one of the local mom-and-pop restau­rants which… Con­tin­ue read­ing Pork what?!

The pearl

Here in the Vil­lage we have mens’ and ladies’ meet­ings on most Sat­ur­day morn­ings. Some­times they’ll be cor­po­rate meet­ings where all the men of the Vil­lage come togeth­er, but most of the time they’re “clan” meet­ings (we’ve divid­ed the Vil­lage up into sev­er­al small groups con­sist­ing of 4–5 house­holds, which we affec­tion­ate­ly call “clans”, so… Con­tin­ue read­ing The pearl

Waiting for stragglers

Mon­day morn­ing the bus for Yachad Dis­tri­b­u­tion leaves a bit ear­li­er so the work­ers can get a head start on the orders that have accu­mu­lat­ed over the week­end. Every­one looks a bit more tired than usu­al Mon­day morn­ings. It’s amaz­ing how much of a dif­fer­ence 20 min­utes can make.