When in Rome...

Randomly, a few good language days pop in throughout the week. I always thank God for them! Tuesday was a good day. I met some new ladies. One lady, in Dagbani, asked me, "Who is God?". I repeated it back to her several times because I was unsure of what the real question was. In Dagbani, I was able to say Jesus is God and He died for your sins. She didn't say much back to that. I know in the news and such we hear a lot about the tensions between people of different faiths. In Ghana, it is not like that. People listen and nod and pretty much say, "well, isn't that nice".In my language class I have been learning more culture. For example, people don't sell salt after dark. If you want to buy salt at night you will not be able to find it because they believe the one who sells it at night will die. Children are not allowed to sing while showering. The reason is they don't want them to choke on the water while singing:). I also learned what life in a compound is like for men and women. The way of thinking is soooooo soooooo different here. I wonder if I will be able to speak thru it to share the gospel clearly.As I go round-round I see ladies with the sides of the feet dyed dark orange or red. I have asked about it several times. It is called zabala. It was adopted from the Hausa people over a hundred years ago. Women buy the dried green powder in the market, mix it with water to make a thick paste, and put it on their feet, and even hands. Then they let it dry. I guess, you could sort of, consider it a henna sort of dye. It shows they are getting married, going to a wedding, or are happy.
They think it is so beautiful. I just smile and nod. People ask me if I am getting married. I just say, "I am happy". They usually laugh. I have no idea how long this will stay on! Oh well...When in Rome...Love you. Thanks for praying.