The bure still doesn’t have running water, so there is no shower or toilet. Our electricity comes in the form of several extension cords connected end to end that are hooked up to a church about 250 yards away. At the back of the church the Talatala (pastor), his wife, and six kids, have a small home. They have opened their doors to us and have made me feel like family. Randini, the pastors wife, has been one of the most generous and gracious women I have ever met. She embodies love, and is more concerned about people than stuff.
A few days ago I had the biggest pile of dirty, sweaty laundry. Randini told me that if I came over she’d show me how to make it happen. The process is long, and involves quite a bit of physical labor as well as drying time. As soon as I arrived, she took down her wet clothes from the line and helped me for two hours. She dropped everything from her own busy life, and spent time with us. We talked about life’s ups and downs and God’s provisions while the clothes were hanging to dry. That’s what Fiji style is, living life together.