Three years ago they started coming.  At first it was just a trickle.  Then a river.  And now a flood.  Everybody is sending their kids down to Yaounde for school.  The schools in the English zone have been closed for three years.  The war broke out in part over the schools.  And our schools are brim full of children.  But still they come.

Last week it became personal.  Dorothy's nieces were sent to Yaounde to find schooling.  The one has just graduated from university and is looking for a job.  The second one is in high school and the little one is just five years old.  The girls found a room to rent a short walk from Shiloh.  Today is the first that Dorothy has had time to go visit them.  She came back with tales of them sleeping on the floor.  They are making every sacrifice for their education.  If she lands a job she will help them out.  And she has some little cousins in mind, also.  

There is no end in sight.  And no good solution just around the corner.  War is never good.  There are no real winners.  On Sunday someone's language helper was shot and killed coming out of church.  He had worked for 20 years on the New Testament.  Now it is finished and on it's way back to Cameroon from being printed in Korea.  But he won't be there for the dedication.  He'll be watching from Heaven.