Thursday evening, I had the blessed burden of sharing God's word in a village called Kekyebi (Kechebee). Kekyebi is even more 'village ' than where we are, in Nkwanta. Here in Nkwanta, there is electricity most of the time. We are the meeting place of many surrounding areas so that on Monday, market day, there is a surplus of wares for sale. Kekyebi is about 30 minutes away by motorbike. *motorbike=motorcycle, rather than motorcross-type vehicle
On this particular night:
First, I was told that I would be picked up at 6:00, to make it to the Youth Week service at 6:30 or so.
Pastor Ofori reached his house at 6:00 and told Evans and me that he would come and get us as soon as he had eaten dinner.
Pastor Ofori sends his son to pick us up around 6:30. His house is about 5 minutes away.
When we arrive at Pastor Ofori's house, we find him siphoning gasoline from his motorbike little by little, filling a small container and pouring the fuel into another motorbike. His own headlight had gone out, and a friend had offered another to use for the evening. I rode with Pastor Ofori; on his bike with him, that is. My friend and co-minister, Evans, rode on the second bike with another young guy.
By 7:00, we're heading to Kekyebi. It gets dark here at 6:00, and it's my first evening bike ride.
The road is great...if one is walking it...and is not afraid of dust. By this, I mean that the road is all dirt, and riddled heavily with potholes. Also, bugs that hurt when they hit your face at 56 (or so) miles per hour.
All this before arriving.
We wait 15 minutes after we arrive for someone to show up and unlock the door.
Then, we wait 15 minutes for others to show up.
Then the service starts at 8:30, not 7:00.
Then, we finish at 10:20.
Then, there's the ride back.
But, the point was to share the gospel. That was the reasonthat IS the reasonwhy the pastor keeps going and going and ministering. And Pastor Ofori did it all while making jokes and singing and worshipping with the utmost earnestness. Every intention of this man is founded upon the glory of God, it seems. He had clearly been working all day, and hadn't eaten much until 6:00 that evening. Yet, even after we had arrived back to my house, he had apologized for the bumpy road!
What if all God's children understood the worth of sharing God's word? That night was my privilege to share, and now I know a can appreciate more deeply the privilege of God's call, whatever it may be, above even one's own comfort.
Who are you? Why does it matter? What are you doing about it?
On this particular night:
First, I was told that I would be picked up at 6:00, to make it to the Youth Week service at 6:30 or so.
Pastor Ofori reached his house at 6:00 and told Evans and me that he would come and get us as soon as he had eaten dinner.
Pastor Ofori sends his son to pick us up around 6:30. His house is about 5 minutes away.
When we arrive at Pastor Ofori's house, we find him siphoning gasoline from his motorbike little by little, filling a small container and pouring the fuel into another motorbike. His own headlight had gone out, and a friend had offered another to use for the evening. I rode with Pastor Ofori; on his bike with him, that is. My friend and co-minister, Evans, rode on the second bike with another young guy.
By 7:00, we're heading to Kekyebi. It gets dark here at 6:00, and it's my first evening bike ride.
The road is great...if one is walking it...and is not afraid of dust. By this, I mean that the road is all dirt, and riddled heavily with potholes. Also, bugs that hurt when they hit your face at 56 (or so) miles per hour.
All this before arriving.
We wait 15 minutes after we arrive for someone to show up and unlock the door.
Then, we wait 15 minutes for others to show up.
Then the service starts at 8:30, not 7:00.
Then, we finish at 10:20.
Then, there's the ride back.
But, the point was to share the gospel. That was the reason
What if all God's children understood the worth of sharing God's word? That night was my privilege to share, and now I know a can appreciate more deeply the privilege of God's call, whatever it may be, above even one's own comfort.
Who are you? Why does it matter? What are you doing about it?
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