Adu is another small village about an hour by motorcycle off
the main road. The third of Pastor Tsofa’s churches was organized for a full day
seminar for pastors (and anyone else wishing to attend). At one point during
our ride I asked Pr Tsofa if any people would be there because I hadn’t seen
any in a looooong time. The more than 50 people who came certainly traveled
quite a distance. Seventeen pastors among the group were the target of my
business teaching about asset-based development with special emphasis on
application in the lives of pastors and their churches.
The response from this group was tremendous. Very sharp and
eager to learn more. More promises to return for a bigger conference. The
feedback was so positive. One pastor thanked me for bringing very practical
teaching. Another thanked me for showing them how God intersects their business
lives in addition to their church lives. One man even commented that no
missionary had ever been to Adu nor had he ever heard any teaching like this
until now. Wow, God in his infinite wisdom spoke to Pr Tsofa and I about the
needs in this area and all we had to do was be obedient.
Until one man…one man asked a question that took me back to
the very beginning when I introduced myself. He said, “You told us that if your
husband didn’t die you wouldn’t be here. How can you say such a thing?” I had
the lovely opportunity to talk about Rick and about how all he did to support
and encourage me prepared me for this work in East Africa. I had the chance to
talk about how God makes all things work together for his good. Honestly, I
love the opportunity to share my story in more detail. I love testifying to
God’s grace in my life. And then…one lady left the workshop in tears. I sensed
the recent loss in her own life and excused myself while Pastor Tsofa wound up
the program. Meeting her in a small dark room behind the church, I prayed with
this woman. We didn’t understand one another’s language but the Spirit groans
on our behalf. What a lovely moment between sisters. Thank you, Jesus, for the
simple things.
Adu is another small village about an hour by motorcycle off
the main road. The third of Pastor Tsofa’s churches was organized for a full day
seminar for pastors (and anyone else wishing to attend). At one point during
our ride I asked Pr Tsofa if any people would be there because I hadn’t seen
any in a looooong time. The more than 50 people who came certainly traveled
quite a distance. Seventeen pastors among the group were the target of my
business teaching about asset-based development with special emphasis on
application in the lives of pastors and their churches.
Until one man…one man asked a question that took me back to
the very beginning when I introduced myself. He said, “You told us that if your
husband didn’t die you wouldn’t be here. How can you say such a thing?” I had
the lovely opportunity to talk about Rick and about how all he did to support
and encourage me prepared me for this work in East Africa. I had the chance to
talk about how God makes all things work together for his good. Honestly, I
love the opportunity to share my story in more detail. I love testifying to
God’s grace in my life. And then…one lady left the workshop in tears. I sensed
the recent loss in her own life and excused myself while Pastor Tsofa wound up
the program. Meeting her in a small dark room behind the church, I prayed with
this woman. We didn’t understand one another’s language but the Spirit groans
on our behalf. What a lovely moment between sisters. Thank you, Jesus, for the
simple things.