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This story is based on Genesis 24 - Listen to this chapter.

“Mom, I’m ready to go refill the water jar. The sun’s getting lower and I don’t want it to get dark before I return.” Bekey called out. It had been a normal day; Rebekah had gone about her chores as usual totally unaware that God intended that her life would be completely changed by that evening.

It was customary that in the evening when it wasn’t quite so hot the young ladies of the town would go to the well to draw the water needed for the family. It was hard work drawing the water and carrying it in those heavy clay pots back home to the family but Rebekah didn’t mind it. It was just another way she could help out. She hefted the water jar onto her shoulder and headed out the door. On the way she met up with other girls in the neighborhood and they chatted as they walked to the well. As they drew near, they noticed some men with ten camels over near the well. “I wonder who they are and what they’re doing here,” said Bekey quietly, “and is that old man in front praying?”

“I don’t know,” replied her friend, “but I sure wouldn’t want to have to water all those camels. They look thirsty! Carrying water for my family is enough for me.”

Bekey didn’t think much more about the men as she went down to the spring and filled her jar. But as she came back up lugging the jar the old man ran to meet her. “May I have a drink of water?” Read the rest of this entry »

Hey kids!
Remember the story, “I’m Not Going”, about Megan Mays, on the Secret Cargo CD? Well, Megan wrote to tell us what it’s like being on the mission field.

I though you’d like to hear about it.

–Steve

Oops!

By Megan Mays, Jun 1, 2006

We have only been in Albania for a month, but we have already made our share of bloopers and mistakes.

For example, not long ago, my sister Moriah and I went shopping together. First, we went to a shop to get bread. The owner of the shop came over and asked in Albanian what I wanted. I told him I wanted whole-wheat bread, or brown bread. At least I think that’s what I told him. He walked over to the shelf, picked up a package, put it in a bag and handed it to me. Then he took the money from my hand and gave me a coin back for change. I looked over at Moriah and said, “I think I just bought something, but I’m not sure what.” After we left the store, I discovered that I had bought something kind of like zwieback. Oh well. It was brown, and it was bread. We’ll eat it.

When we got to the stand where I like to buy produce, I went in and asked for a kilo of tomatoes and two cucumbers. The lady began to jabber in Albanian, but I didn’t understand a word she said. I told her, “Nuk kuptoj; unë flas vetem pak Shqip,” meaning “I don’t understand; I only speak a little Albanian.” She smiled and said something else I didn’t understand. I told her again, “Nuk kuptoj.” She said it again, this time v-e-r-y slowly. I still didn’t know what she was saying, so I told her again, “Nuk kuptoj.” She started laughing and asked if I was an American. Read the rest of this entry »

Producing story CDs can be a lot harder than you’d think. The little details keep piling up. On January 11 I got one of the major things done–my host for the Secret Cargo CD came over for a recording session.

It had been difficult finding someone who could do the part. I needed someone who would sound the age of my target audience but some of the parts were too advanced for the kids in that age group to handle. Eric Arnold was perfect for the part. He was actually a little older than I’d intended, in 7th grade, but he was able to sound convincingly like a younger kid. he worked hard and patiently did all the retakes I asked him too. Even though he had a slight cold you won’t even notice when you get the CD.

Great job Eric, thanks a million!

–Uncle Steve