Our Last Day

This is our last day in Bangladesh for this year, and I'll talk more about that in a minute, but I also wanted to share a bit about our last day in Birisiri, which was last Sunday. Albert and I, plus Shagota, who came along to translate, rode on the back of motorcycles with three of the men from the GBC office. We travelled about 45 minutes, right to a village on the border with India where Albert preached to a Garo congregation of about 200. It was a beautiful village and the people were extremely welcoming. After church we had a wonderful lunch and then took another short ride to a Bangladesh Army Border Force station. They kindly allowed us to climb up their look-out tower where we a magnificent view of the surrounding countryside. The commander then proceeded to serve us tea! I told them I couldn't imagine the US army being so welcoming of foreigners to one of their camps. Here are a few pictures of what we saw: