*****“Gye Nyame” (Except God – except for God, there is nothing.)*****
To the work. The lectures are going well. We have each presented a class and are on break. While we wait for lunch to arrive promptly on Ghana time (whenever), Niipaak has brought several orphans to receive the handmade clothes the Harris family donated to the mission. This was a great opportunity to express how many people in the states care for them. They are encouraged knowing so many people pray for them, too.
Troy thinks he has malaria. He has been taken back to the home base to rest and take his meds. After lunch we will present our afternoon lectures to the area leadership.
We have enjoyed a lunch supplied by the congregation consisting of rice, guinea chicken, goat and tomato sauce. This was well prepared and well received. Tempest fugit! We have time for one more lecture. Ted will get the call. As we close, our brothers bid us goodbye until tomorrow’s worship service.
No croc. The brethren returned our hook and line without a croc attached. Oh well.
Burgers and fries!? Well, Saboba style burgers: sliced cow on bread. The fries were Cobbi’s perfect fries! Yum. For desert, Cobbi has made his own birthday cake out of pancake mix and one of Troy’s candy bars! Double Yum!
No time to linger, we’re off to the bush to preach in a village at the end of “the road”.
Praise God! “The road” has been stressful, but successful. Can this night’s activities be described in words? Not fully, to be sure. The evening begins like others; we load up into our bush capsule and travel into the dark. “The road” is brutal this time. It takes us far into the bush, narrowing into somewhat of a dry river bed. When we clear that obstacle, we find ourselves on a tractor path; the road nearly invisible due to the high grass and bush. After over an hour of twisting, turning, bumping, and gritting our teeth, the team finds the end of the road. I mean the end of the road that you have always heard about. This was it!
Quickly we set up and show the Jesus movie. Jeff preaches a powerful lesson on the Gospel and 14 souls are moved to obey the Gospel. The church in this place was established some years ago and will be stronger as a result of God’s Word working through our team.
The path into the wild leads us to the river, a mile’s journey. This path starts out through the village passing the darkened round mud huts you’ve seen on TV. They have thatch roofs and are accented by the full African moon. The path then turns into a walk through the maze and then along a muddy stream. We arrive at the River Oti looking across to the next country – Togo. The river is impressive and undoubtedly full of crocs. The moon illuminates the scene which unfolds into an awesome… well, memory! There are no words…
As quickly as we arrive, 14 are baptized into Christ, prayed for, and are now our “Nabim” (brethren). Two men asked for new Bible names. We named them Mark and Barnabus. The path returns us back to the village with great joy as we rejoice with the church and the angels in heaven. Our lights and equipment are put into the van releasing the giant flying bugs that had joined us all evening. No wonder the bats are so large! One thing to note: this village has left their language to adopt the South’s “Twi”. This is unusual out here in the bush.
“The road” brings us back a bit tattered, muddy, and damp to a snack of Cobbi‘s birthday cake. A bucket bath is unavoidable. Brrr….. Now clean and wide awake, it’s time for bed. Is it the cold bath water or the fresh memories dancing through my head that will keep me from my sleep?
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