My appreciation for preachers rose today after speaking for 30 minutes to a very nice and sympathetic group of ladies. Why was I so tired after it was over?
Then later my son told me that it's been "found" that people fear public speaking more than death. So they'd rather be the one in the casket than one who is gives the eulogy! I guess it was reassuring to realize that we're all in this together, and when you speak you are embracing all of us who understand the challenge before us when we do speak in public.
The ladies planned a lovely luncheon and they even came by the office and took boxes and boxes of African crafts to be sold at the luncheon. The last I heard EAFC raised a lot of money for our students through their efforts for which I'm most thankful. At times I get tired of the responsibility of sharing the stories, but to whom much is given, much is required. right?
God has let me shake their hands, listen to their stories, brainstorm with them concerning possible solutions to their problems. My listening just in itself offers HOPE. And at times I want to scream, "NO." Don't count on me to give you HOPE.
But in my heart of hearts I know I have had many unique privileges to name many people in Africa as my friends. And when you have friends, you go to bat for them. That's what I hope I was doing today. There I go using that word again. HOPE!
Faith, Hope and Love! With these three I cling. It'll be fun to watch Hope grow both here and in Africa.
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