June 2009

It’s time for a midyear update, just to let you all know I’m still around. A lot has gone on since January. I have continued going to my two nursery schools faithfully, although at one time I was sorely tempted to stop and look for ‘a better’ place, like a primary school, to go to. I also went on a mission trip with the National Union of Anglican Students (NUAS) which greatly challenged me.

After one of the preschoolers who used to come to my Good News Club died suddenly in February, I realised that God was showing me how VERY important ministry to preschoolers was, and I repented of my sin of looking down on these little ones. Since then, I have given my all to ministry to preschoolers, and take it extremely seriously. I know my little girl is rejoicing in heaven right now, because she heard and received the message of salvation.

Now a short report on the mission trip. I was invited by a missionary friend of mine, and was very happy to go. We first went to Danfa near Dodowa, and we were comfortably housed in the Medical Students’ Hostel there. I was a little taken aback when I saw the itinerary though. I remember complaining in my diary after the first day, when I woke up tired and irritated. Here’s what I wrote: I’m about ready to go home now! Ei, this isn’t easy at all. We are allowed to go to sleep at 10 pm, then my group wakes up at midnight to pray till 1:00 am. After all that we wake up at 3:45 am. Help!!!! I want to go home! I’m a tired, unhappy mess! And this is only the first day. There is door to door evangelism twice a day and other punishing schedules.
I’m happy to say that the tiredness and irritability died that day, and for the next 5 days God gave me strength on wings as an eagle’s. I took part in most activities after that. Truly, I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me. Thirty plus children came to know the Lord through the combined efforts of the children’s committee.

Halfway through the week, we all moved to Danchira, a village somewhere beyond Kasoa, where the ban on drumming was still in force. We were told we wouldn’t have the liberty to clap and pray etc. like we had been doing. We would sleep in a classroom and wake up extra early to rearrange the desks. Also there was no electricity or potable water. I know I wasn’t the only one who was a little apprehensive as we left.

When we were finally there and had unpacked all our belongings from the bus, the first task was to go on a Jesus march through the village to announce our presence. I wasn’t able to go very far, but when we got out of the compound, we saw a wonderful sight that made all my fears disappear. I'll forever regret not taking my phone along to take pictures. There was this beautiful cloud that had come down low and had rays pointing down at it from heaven. It was the only cloud on that side of the sky, and it was shaped like the head of a lion which had opened its mouth and was roaring. Others said it was the head of a lamb! Now, how can the head of a lion look like the head of a lamb at the same time? It’s impossible in my books. But this was to remind us of the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Lion and the lamb, who triumphed over death and hell and won the victory for us on the cross of Calvary. God gave us a powerful reminder that He had already won the victory and we were only to go and pick up the spoils. What a mighty God we serve! I came back from that mission trip a changed girl. PTL!!!

Akos

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