An open door

Labaleine is a community up in the mountains behind Passe-bois-d’ormes. There is a fine Christian school there with a great tradition of excellence. Several of the young men who have stayed with me over the years attended school there. In the old days, they would ride their bicycles up the mountain every morning and drift down every afternoon. One of the kids (now a school director) still complains about back pain from that grueling ordeal.

Herold, a very close neighbor (spends A LOT of time here) and Steephenson (who lives here with me) are both drummers. They both are in their third to last year of high school. Schools here in this town don’t yet offer those classes, so you have to leave town. Labaleine offers those classes, but it’s far away. The cost of tuition there is minimal (it is a ministry with American sponsors). SO, the only thing keeping people here in this town from taking advantage of it is finding a way to get there and back.

This summer, Herold and Steephenson both applied to attend classes there. A couple of weeks ago we got the good news that they were both accepted!  God is good. I think they will be better people for having attended school there. AND, we were able to get them a moped that will allow them to climb the mountain each morning and come back home each afternoon without being ‘wasted’ physically.

May God bless them this academic year!