The Adventures of Benyameen
As darkness began to descend on the quiet hamlet atop the mountains, frigid temperatures drove the people into their homes. Not a soul could be seen on the deserted, winding streets that were lined with stone houses. Soon yellow light would flicker inside every house. From the foot of the mountain, Benyameen surveyed his destination. Over the last several days, he had traveled by bus and taxi. There were places where he was forced to continue his journey on foot. Looking at the tiny houses silhouetted against a darkening sky, Benyameen knew he could not make it to the village before nightfall.
He was far away from the nearest town. He looked around. He was in the middle of a paddy field. Walking on the narrow path that skirted the paddy field, he decided that he would sleep here. He spread the mat on the hard ground and settled down for the night. He was lulled to sleep by the crickets' chirping.
The bright morning sun woke Benyameen up. The world it appeared was abuzz with the sounds of the morning – a rooster crowed in the distance, the birds chirped a merry tune, and farmers arrived at their work.
Breathing a quick prayer, Benyameen was on his way. He walked for the next several hours up a steep and narrow road and reached the hamlet atop the mountains. The very same one he had seen the previous evening. This was the first time he was visiting the village, and he was apprehensive. Would they be friendly? Would they be hostile?
As he entered the village, everyone gawked at him. The women peered from the confines of the houses, and the men walked toward him.
"What do you want?" asked a burly man.
"Well, I have brought you some medicines."
The burly man's face softened, and he offered to take Benyameen to the village chief.
At the entrance of the chief's house, the chief met him and asked him what it was that he wished to do in the village.
"I want to distribute medicines and maybe talk to the villagers and ask them what their needs are," said Benyameen.
"Very well then," said the chief, before he marshaled some men to get the villagers to meet in the common meeting area.
The children and men came forward and sat next to Benyameen, while the women stood in groups at a distance. Benyameen began asking the men what their needs were, and he enthralled the children with stories. Their eyes widened in awe as Benyameen narrated the account of Jesus Christ multiplying the five loaves and two fish to feed a multitude of five thousand, maybe more. Slowly the women began to draw closer and Benyameen gave them small bags of rice and wheat.
After a very productive day of distributing food, talking to the people about their concerns, and establishing ties with them, Benyameen left. He promised them that he would return soon.
On his long journey back home, Benyameen was already making plans for his next visit. He would bring more medicines, more food, and most importantly some Gospel tracts to share with the people of the mountains who hadn't previously heard about Jesus Christ.
Based on a true story. Names have been changed.
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