Hello from Liberia!
Yesterday was a very busy day.
- It was the last day for my team who started their journey back to the United States, only to be stranded in Brussels because of the Hurricane hitting the East Coast. The airline has put them up and provided food, but they are a little nervous.
- We did large scale repair work on the mixer.
- I also spoke in two tiny locations at churches in small communities.
“Dis is da area of Debil worship. Many bwing big sac-ri-fice here. Make offering to Debil. Som sac-ri-fice peoples here. No Chuch, no Jesus here. We start church here.” The quiet tall pastor that I had come to respect so much, stood by the largest tree I had ever seen in Liberia as he talked. The Tree was made up of two trees grown together; it stood well over 150 feet in the air. Christians had been forbidden to come to this area, the tree was considered sacred ground where pegan sacrifices were made to the devil and festivals of offerings were regularly held.
The foundations of a small church building had been dug, poured with concrete, and block laid to bring the church above any flood plain. Thousands of wheel barrows of sand had been dug from the river bank by the 120 or so members of the 2 year old church. “Dis place verwy daark.” “My skein migh be daark but we show Jesus light,” the pastor said with a wry smile.
At least 120 people trekked through the knee deep mud, down pathways and trails to pack the small temporary shelter nearby as the choir sang “Jesus I am Yours,” and “Let My Life Bring You Glory Lord” in beautiful accapella praise. There was no electricity, and no one knew how to play an instrument. It was blazing hot, but my heart was lifted to the throne room listening to their beautiful voices.
Psalm 100:4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise:
be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
When it was time to preach I prayed quietly, Lord give me words that they will understand, a message from you, and not too much American accent! I shared a very simple message, about who Jesus is. When we finished I asked for any who wanted to know Jesus and become a follower of Him to come forward. From the back of the crowd, a young man in his late 20’s got up and came forward. You could physically here the gasp from the people in the church. I watched as several African women began to give thanks to God. “Tank Godt tank Godt pwaise JE-SUS pwiase hi holy name.” The man had been a well know drug dealer. His mother a christian. Saved as a teenager herself, for many years she had been praying for a church to start in the area where she lived, and that her son would come to know Jesus.
Again I stood dumfounded as I watched our awesome God takes the simplest of tools and works beyond our understanding.
Monday we again begin to pour concrete, with two days left, we are 2/3 of the way complete. As my Liberian friends say, Tank Godt Tank Godt Tank Godt!!
-Please pray for the team stranded in Brussels. There is a small chance they will make a flight tomorrow, if not it will be Thursday.
-Please pray for me. I am exhausted!
-Please pray for no more mechanical failures!
-Please pray for continued good health.