In Duane Elmer's Book, he brings up a short illustration about a monkey and a fish. The monkey notices a fish, struggling in the river. The monkey decides that he wants to help this struggling fish. At great risk to himself he goes out on a limb and after a few tries he successfully grabs the fish. After his valiant rescue the monkey notices the fish struggles at first, but finally it attains a great peace and "rests". Feeling a new burst of confidence the monkey walks off, having saved another life.
We marched right into the village like the tourists we were. Our translators attempted to start up random conversations with the locals for us, while I was keenly aware of how awkward the situation was. It was like going to a zoo, but you also got to insult a bunch of people you're to trying to build a relationship with by the very way you visited.
A lot of the adults didn't trust us at first...or at all. I completely got that. I wouldn't trust a bunch of strange rich foreigners waltzing right into a village uninvited and unwelcome. The kids seemed happy to see us and an elderly woman asked us to pray for her. After a few of the locals started asking us for money we/our translators decided it was time to head back. I hope to never visit a town in such an awkward manner again.
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