Awesome God Tires?

 

Prior to coming to Ghana it was relayed to me that this country has been influenced heavily by Christianity. This influence has reached over into the spheres of education, health, government, and even business. Most stores titles on your way up to our town have something to do with God or Christianity in the name. As a seminarian I was really looking forward to seeing these shops, and I was not disappointed. Some of the names are quite entertaining, especially to the theologically inclined. Here is a list of some stores we passed by:

God is Love Plumbing

Give Thanks to Jehovah Chop Bar

Alpha and Omega

King David Motors

Are You Saved?

Grace Fast Food

Redeemer Beauty Salon

Christ Open Door Beauty Salon

Prince of Peace Communication Center

Abundant Grace Fried Rice

Fear Not Beauty Salon

Humble Yourself

Almighty Aluminum Works

By the Grace of God

In Jesus’ Name Electrical Works

Love God Refrigeration and Air

Emmanuel Motors

All Shall Pass Electrical

Emmanuel Carpentry Shop

Paul Electricals

Ebenezer Electrical Works

Mark Refrigeration

Jehova is Mighty Enterprise

Holy Fire Hardware Supply

In Him We Move

By His Grace Beauty Salon

Sow in Tears and Reap in Joy Welding

Jehovah Our God Reigns Enterprise

Back to Life Spot

Being Led By the Holy Spirit to Do Exploits

Heavenly Fire Kitchen

Disciple’s Guest House

Messiah Glorious Salon

Jesus Cares Communication and Business Center

Delilah Beauty Salon

God’s Time Furniture

My Redeemer Woodworks

In Him is Life Enterprise

Because He Lives…

Christ is King

God is King

Acts Enterprise

God’s Time is Best

Theo Mart

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Brevity of Life and Reality of Heaven

 

We have been constantly reminded of the brevity of life as a funeral service takes place at Christ Church every other week. It is rare that the service is only for one person. We have been to funerals for 3 and 5 people at a time and Rev. Nyarko has done a funeral for as many as 9 at a time. The reason for this is that tradition maintains that a person is buried in their hometown. Therefore, most of those being buried had moved away and were not current members of Christ Church before they died. After the funeral the church processes to the burial field in a manner that is far from glamorous. Up until this experience I had not attended many funerals, let alone had the opportunity to speak at one—which was afforded to me at Christ Church.

As a minister, you must be sure of what you believe about the afterlife before you stand before a crowd of mourning people to give them hope. As Christians, we have the hope of seeing God face to face and being in the presence of the Lord forever after our time on earth is finished. We are aliens in a foreign land, waiting in great anticipation for our complete inheritance as citizens of heaven. I find that your faith is put into action at a funeral service because it is at that point that you must decide if you believe in the truth of who Christ is and what he came to do.

It is not surprising why much of the evangelistic effort of churches is placed on the after life. We desire to have the security and hope of the unseen reality of heaven offered through Christ. Jesus is at times presented as the “ticket” to eternity and that’s why we should follow him. While eternity is a major part of the Christian life, (and I for one have been to the altar a few times just to be sure) it is not the only part. As Christians, as Christ followers, the reality of the kingdom of heaven is supposed to begin while we’re on earth. Even if I was convinced that all were already going to heaven I would still preach Christ crucified. Why? Because I believe in the transformation power of Christ in our world today. Jesus does not just offer eternal life after we die, but he offers a life of purpose and wholeness that seeks to bring God’s kingdom to earth here and now. God’s kingdom is a kingdom of peace, joy, love, healing, justice, and mercy, just to name a few. In what ways are we as Christians bringing the reality of heaven to earth right now? This can only happen when we allow the Spirit of God to transform us daily into the likeness of Christ. When we allow this process to happen, not only will we be changed, but our world will be better for it.

Visiting Jesus

 

Every first Sunday of the month Communion is served at Christ Church. During the several days leading up to Communion Sunday the church office is filled with people coming to register for Communion, it is a main event in the life of the church. Akropong is town in the mountains with a high elderly population. Most of the younger people move elsewhere to find work or go to school. Because of the amount of elderly people in the town, many of the church members are house bound and cannot make it to church. Therefore, Rev. Nyarko takes it upon himself with his staff members to visit the 200+ house bound parishioners each month to serve them communion. He does this work over the course of two days, which means they must average 100 homes per day. We attempted to help with these visitations for a couple of hours and made it to about 20 homes. Most of the traveling is done on foot. Rev. Nyarko says this town is easy compared to his first church placement as a minister where he had to walk 10 miles through treacherous jungle to serve communion. He is truly called to serve as a pastor because even though it is tiresome work, he says the ministry makes him feel refreshed.

Although it is not long, the parishioners love the visit from the pastor. Some look forward to it all day and do not eat that day until the pastor has arrived with communion. Rev. Nyarko says that these people are stuck at home all day and that it revives their spirits to have someone come and minister to them. To have the pastor come for just 5 minutes to sing or offer a loving pat on the back means the world to these people. Many of the homes we visited were worn down, one or two rooms with a bed and some chairs. Often times there is a fire or burner set up outside with basic cooking supplies. The homes used to be built side by side like compounds with a courtyard in the center. This way, the generations of families could continue to live together and share the same amenities. A lot of the people we visited lived in this type of compound home. At the homes Rev. Nyarko would lead a hymn, pray, and serve communion. Afterward, one of the elders would put some money into parishioner’s hand. Each person visited receives 2 Ghana Cedis which is about the equivalent of $1.50 in the U.S.. Rev. Nyarko says that it is not much but that even this little gesture helps them know that they are cared for. The church also makes it a point to send nursing staff to check on these house-bound members. The nurse takes their blood pressure and advises and answers questions about medication. One woman we visited did not even know she had extremely high blood pressure and she was advised to get medication immediately. When Jesus said, “I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me” I am sure this was the type of situation he was talking about. Christ Presbyterian Church has made it a point to look after the people that are the most forgotten, taking to heart the words of Jesus, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine you did for me.”

Sacrifice Isn't Pretty

We were invited once again to attend a meeting with the chief and sub chiefs of the Akropong Akuapem region. We sat in the courtyard of the chief’s “palace” like dignitaries, watching the events of the morning. All of the chiefs and the women were dressed in their colorful indigenous garments. There was a group of people present at the meeting that were in mourning over a lost friend a member of the tribal council. As according to the tradition they marched into the courtyard presented several gifts before the chief. We noticed that there was a man who walked in with a large goat who was tied to a rope. I was hardly concerned about the purpose of the animal when I saw it being brought into the council room and figured it was probably just a gift. I reasoned that this animal would probably go into the chief’s stable or something of the sort. But after the gifts had been presented, the goat was lead to the center of the courtyard. The clamoring of percussion instruments and loud drums filled the space as the tribal rituals took place. Then the clamoring ceased and we realized that this animal was about to be sacrificed.

My immediate reaction was shock and disgust. Sure I have known the facts of life and death for a while and know that chicken on my plate came from a live animal, but I had never witnessed a ceremonial killing of an animal for ritualistic or religious purposes. Although I was repulsed and wanted to look away, I realized that I needed to watch as an opportunity for theological reflection. As a little girl, I remember being highly disturbed when I read my children’s Bible and saw that they sacrificed animals in the Old Testament. Although I am not a child any longer, the image of sacrifice is still disturbing, and according to the Bible that is the cost of sin. This event was difficult to watch and in no way made me rejoice, but it was a powerful reminder to me. As the writers of the NT have pointed out, Jesus Christ was our ultimate sacrificial lamb who went to the slaughter willingly for our sin. This real life analogy reminded me that sacrifice isn’t pretty, and it isn’t easy. If we romanticize the cross we tend loose some of the weight of the true suffering of Christ. Furthermore, it impacts how we understand the process of picking up our own cross daily and being living sacrifices unto God. But more than the suffering of Christ, we are to acknowledge the deep and true love of Christ who gave himself for us so that we might live. The cross wasn’t pretty, but the triumph of Christ lies in the empty grave.

School For the Blind

We recently had the opportunity to visit another school of several hundred students in the town of Akropong. It is a boarding school, so the students live their year round and go on leave for the holidays. We visited the craft shop while school was in session and saw the students weaving baskets and trays out of wood. They had sponges with water to make the wood soft and bendable. Once these projects are finished the school sells them. They also have rugs, foot stools, wreaths, and an assortment of beaded jewelry for sale. We chatted with a few of the students while they were working on their projects. I saw one boy with a large book opened in front of him and asked him what he was reading. He said he was reading the book of the Gospel of John, chapter 3 about Nicodemus. This is the account in which Jesus states, “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.” When you are outside among the students there is one thing you have to be mindful of—they are blind. You would not know it from the looks of the campus since the students know their way around and walk around freely without hindrance. They are so confident in their steps that we sometimes nearly forgot to give them right away on the paths. Although they cannot see with their eyes, the students know their way around by using other senses. They can recognize people through their voice and even by smell. They can do their own laundry and know their own clothes according to smell. They are very aware of their surroundings and use their memory as sight.

We had the pleasure of attending a special music chapel sponsored by the students. They sang very beautifully, all in their specific parts and sometimes breaking into a round of melodies. One group came up to share a powerful song which states, “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory, honor and power belong to the Lord our God.” I had the privilege of sharing a song with them on my mandolin. After singing “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” they erupted in wild applause. They have such enthusiasm and joy as they sing. There is a quote painted on the front wall of the chapel which states “Disability is Not Inability.” This school provides the children the opportunity to receive a specialized education and the resources to have a successful life. It was founded by the Presbyterian Church and now the school has a partnership with the government to provide funding. Graduates from this school have gone on to do great things, including a Ghanaian government official, a woman, who graduated from this school and is now giving back to her country. I don’t want to take for granted the simple blessings of life such as my sight, but even more so I want to be able to have joy like these kids amidst all of life’s situations.

The House Church

 

I recently had the privilege of visiting a local church plant in Akropong which is sponsored by Christ Church that has just started 2 months ago. Rev. Nyarko and I visited the small congregation which meets in a home to administer communion. The kids meet under the porch of the house while the adults meet in a small room across the courtyard. Our first stop was the children’s service where Rev. Nyarko gave a message to about 30 children in their native language of Twi about the Israelites leaving Egypt and going to Canaan. They attentively listed to “Papa” as he spoke to them and a few of them enthusiastically raised their hands when they knew an answer to a question. After Rev. Nyarko had finished his talk, he asked me to “whisper them a few words of love.” The kids melt my heart every time I am around them, I can’t imagine the love that God has for them. I recently read the book Heaven is for Real which accounts the testimony of a young child’s encounter with heaven. One of the things that the child disclosed about his experience is that “Jesus loves the children.” His parents recounted how this young child would constantly remind them that Jesus really loves the children. It gave them motivation to pour into the children’s ministry at the church. Of course the Bible supports this claim in the gospel accounts where Jesus welcomes the children and even instructs the adults to have faith like the children. I had been practicing the song Jesus Loves Me in Twi and decided to try it out with the kids. They joined with me as we sang together “Yiw Yesu do me.” After we sang the chorus together I simply told the kids that Jesus really loves them and that God has a plan for their lives. I was overwhelmed with the sweet spirit of these kids and I know they have a special place in the heart of God.

After our visit with the children we went into the room nearby where the adults (about 20 women and 1 man) were packed into a small room. There was one woman elder who was facilitating the meeting until we arrived with Rev. Nyarko. As I was sitting in a plastic chair, unfamiliar with the language being spoken around me, I couldn’t help but think that this church plant probably looks something similar to the beginning of the church in Acts which met in people's houses. I could sense the community and love in that room without understanding the words that were being spoken. When I was given the opportunity to address the one room congregation I told them about the Acts comparison; they agreed with hearty “amens.” In the same way that the first church was empowered to love and serve each other and have great impact I pray the same for this start up congregation in Akropong. It was truly refreshing to see this start up congregation in action. There was no procession into the service, they were their own choir. The ordained clergy came to administer the sacrament, but lay leaders use their gifts to facilitate the meeting; and instead of being able to hide behind a large congregation of people, are known by each other. It is a good reminder that all you need is two or three gathered in Christ’s name and he will be in their midst.

Are You Ready for Some Football?

Last Sunday we were able to attend the kickoff of the new season of the Evangelical Football League sponsored by Christ Church. When I heard that the church was starting the league I did not have this caliber of outreach in mind! First, this is not your beginner’s soccer match. There are many players that come out that already play in city leagues or other avenues. Secondly, it draws a large crowd. There were probably a thousand people that came out from the community to see the kickoff game. It is entertaining and it is free. Vendors come and sell fried plantains and boiled eggs with a special sauce. There are no stands or bleachers and the field looks as if it is in the middle of the jungle…it is incredible. Many of the people that attend may profess Christianity but more or less do not have a committed relationship with Christ. The church wants to use this sport to reach people with the gospel. They hope to purchase a sound system to use during the half time and perhaps bring in a special speaker to share his or her testimony. Alcohol abuse is one problem in the lives of the young people in the community. Already, the outreach is helping young people see the benefit of living healthily and taking care of your body.

One thing about working at Christ Church for this internship is you get paraded around a lot, or at least it seems like it. I am not used to sitting on the stage during church or being apart of processions in and out of buildings for important meetings. During this kickoff we had the privilege of joining Rev. Nyarko on the field for the blessing of the game. We got to shake all of the player’s hands and wish them luck. They looked sharp in their new uniforms that were donated by a government member (who happens to have an upcoming election). The game was exciting with all of the energy of the crowd. A goal brought the crowd to their feet jumping and cheering loudly—some things are the same in every culture. At one point, an upset portion of the crowd started a semi-brawl on the field. Usually it seems this would be on the account of a bad call by the ref, but that was not the case for these folks. Our friend Kojo informed us that some disgruntled fans were accusing the winning team of using magic to make the other team do poorly… yes, magic. It just goes to show how spiritually inclined this area is. The game ended up being a draw, but it was exciting all the way. It will be neat to see all the good that will come in the future from the Evangelical Football League this year.

They Call Me Yaa Baby

 

In Ghana the day you were born is VERY important. Whichever day of the week you were born on becomes apart of your name. Since I was born on a Thursday, my name is Yaa (Yah). In order to distinguish my name from some of the other Yaa’s I am referred to as Yaa Baby. This came about after a discussion which revealed I was the youngest of my two other colleagues that are here with me. At first I thought it sounded too much like something from Austin Powers, but it has grown on me. Every time I am introduced at a church or school function, my Ghanaian name is also mentioned… and the kinds LOVE it. My name usually brings about a chuckle from the adults and a wild applause and laughter from the children. They tell me that it is funny because usually only really small children and infants are called “baby”. Nearly everyday as I walk down the street I will hear a kid shout “Yaa Baby!” from down the street. It is very endearing and a lot easier to remember than Valerie.

This year my birthday just so happened to fall on a Thursday and I had the joy of celebrating in Ghana. I was informed that to truly celebrate within the cultural norm I would have woken up with a bucket of water on my head… thank goodness that did not happen! But the celebration of life here is truly something special. Birthdays are a big deal, not to be shied away from because they signify the blessing of another year. No one is guaranteed their next year of life, especially in countries where healthcare is less accessible and the living conditions are substandard from countries such as the U.S.. The ability to celebrate your birthday is a testimony of God’s provision for another year. The church truly blessed me this year for my birthday. They showered me with cards, birthday songs, blessings, and a wonderful luncheon in which all of the church staff and elders were invited. Everyone contributed to buy glass bottled soda, a complete meal, and they even baked me a cake! So many wonderful words and prayers were spoken over me, it was truly great. I told them I would have to come back to Ghana every year for my birthday now.

My colleague Simone (who is called Aunti Afua for being born on Friday) told me that she is so blessed by the way this culture celebrates birthdays. She said that they may not be able to buy you an expensive gift, “but they will give you their heart, their whole heart.” I truly resonate with that statement and believe it is a better gift to have community and family rich in love, peace, and joy than all the material presents in the world. Thanks Ghana for a great birthday.

Meeting the Chief

 

The town of Akropong is home to about 10,000 people; and they do indeed have a Chief. This tradition extends back to the tribal practices of the Ghanaian culture. I could not quite get a clear picture of how exactly these tribal leaders interact with the government, but they are important and some of them are very rich. Once every 40 days, the Chief, and about 20 “sub-chiefs” gather together in a “Durba” ceremony to discuss important matters of the town. This Durba is different than many others in Ghana in that they are mostly accepting of Christianity. In fact, there are many of them that attend Christ Church, where we are working. This history extends back to 1835, when the first missionary settle in Akropong, and the Chief welcomed him. Rev. Nyarko, the pastor of Christ church, usually does the opening Christian prayer for the Durba (interestingly, since the tradition has their own spiritual practices).

At this particular Durba, the new moderator or president of the Presbyterian Church in Ghana was introduced to the chief. Since the moderator was going to be in town, the church leaders decided it would be a good thing introduce the moderator to the Chief of Akropong in order to continue to foster relationship between the Christians and the traditionalist community. My two colleagues and myself were able to come along for the ride as well. We waited outside the courtyard for a while, waiting as the chief members arrived. Some where dropped off by SUV’s, others drove themselves, and one in particular arrived with a whole entourage of people which carried his umbrella, pillow, and ushered in the important women that arrived also with him. As soon as all of the important figures were seated, the moderator and his entourage (including us) entered in single file in the pomp and circumstance of loud pounding drums that filled the courtyard. We came in and shook the hands of the 20 or so sub-chiefs. The head chief was elevated on a throne- literally. As I leaned forward and up to shake his hand, his associate told him who I was, and I smiled. It was such an honor to meet all of these important men and women of the village. The Queen Mother is traditionally the mother of the Chief, but in this case she was someone other, but still considered important. She did a closing prayer for us after the ceremony that was very moving, repeating “All the glory be to God.”

Rev. Nyarko said something very interesting to me as we were leaving; he said “Incorporating church into tradition is how it stays alive.” The Church here makes a conscious effort to stay in contact with the traditional leaders, there ceremonies, and their rituals. Some may see this as a form of syncretism, but the church leaders see it as an “evangelistic opportunity.” They see any opportunity to build relationship as worth while for the church. And they are seeing the fruit of their efforts in their openness to Christianity. Perhaps the church in America could learn from this as well.

I don’t suppose that there are many churches in American that can go downtown to be apart of the local “Durba” so perhaps the link isn’t so direct. But, incorporating the church into the local community is an important aspect. I once heard a provoking question that has stayed with me—it goes like this, “If your church was removed from the community, would the community even notice?” Ouch. The reason this question pains me is because I believe the answer for most churches is sadly, “No.” That cannot be said for the Church in Akropong though. They are involved with just about every aspect of community. They are helping to educate people in the schools, promoting physical health in association with the clinic, and providing centers of community and fellowship, and providing jobs. I believe this is the church at its best—helping people become their best. Some may say it is just not possible for the church to be as involved with the community in America like it is in Ghana, but perhaps we just need to be a little bit more creative. Needs are all around us and by God’s grace we have something to offer.

Visiting the Schools

Every morning at about 6:30 am many children walk past my window in their blue uniforms, chatting and headed to school to the sound of drum beats instead of school bells. The kids are my favorite part of Ghana so far. They are beautiful, and they are so precious to God. In general they have seemed quite timid to approach me, but when I have approached them they are the most welcoming group of people I have ever met. I went over to say hello to a group kids playing in the church lawn and immediately they incorporated me into their game and I found my self running around with them like we were the best of friends. If you ever have self esteem problems, just go hang out with a bunch of Ghanaian children! They will make you feel like the most important person in the world. They are very moldable and they LOVE Jesus.

In America you would not imagine for a second that someone would be able to come into a public school and preach gospel openly in an assembly. But here that is exactly what happens every Wednesday without a problem. All of the children in the 3 primary schools (ages 6-12) of Akropong assemble in the morning for chapel where they sing and dance and hear a message from the minister. Today I had the privilege of being the minister. The school I happened to speak at was actually the first school in Ghana. The only other schools present before this one were for missionary children that came to Ghana with their parents. These children are well behaved, filing into the 200+ person auditorium; but when the music starts they are on fire for God. The leap and dance and wave their hands in the air while singing at the top of their lungs in unreserved passion and adoration that will melt your heart. It is such exuberant worship, I know it must thrill the heart of God. It was so moving when the lead teacher shouted “Yesu Kristo” and all the kids gave a LOUD, long shout of praise jumping and waving their handkerchiefs in the air as if they had just won the World Cup. As their praise roared through the room I am sure heaven could hear the echo.

Currently the school is trying to raise enough money to build on an addition to the school for the Junior High School. As of now the children must walk quite a distance to get to the nearest Junior High School. With upwards 40+ children per class, I have a lot of respect for the teachers!  I asked where the funding comes from and my supervisor, Papa Nyarko, told me that it comes from both the church and government as a partnership. It is good to see the church actively supporting the education and development of the community. Akropong was the first town in Ghana to hear the gospel- it is such a privilege to be here and see the fruit of it. About 75-80% of the 10,000 people in the town attend some sort of church, but even in Ghana there are many people who are still in need of discipleship. I have heard the phrase “standing in a garage does not make you a car” and the same could be said for those who attend church in any nation. The church has a wonderful opportunity here to share the gospel with all of the children of the town, and by God’s grace it will take root in their lives and they will experience the love, joy, peace, and transformation power that comes through Christ.

I Hope You Brought Your Dancing Shoes

We stepped out of the church van after being picked up from the airport just in time to catch the very ending of the weeknight revival service taking place at Christ Church. This church has historical significance in that it was the first established Christian church (1835) in Ghana that still remains today. A series of night revival services took place that have lead up Pentecost Sunday. For this Pentecostal Presbyterian church, Pentecost really looks something close to Acts chapter 2! As we walked around to the back of the building and walked through the door, I suddenly found myself on stage in an elder chair (wearing 30 hour old travel clothing) staring at a "packed house" of worshipers. There is a balcony overshadowing the main floor and a large open space in the middle of the church for the altar, dancing and the offertory. "What have I gotten myself into?" was a phrase that passed through my mind as I stared wide eyed at the 1000+ worshipers in the building.

Imagine the loudest concert you've ever been too and add a few more decibels and you will probably reach the volume of the exuberant worship service. The music at the night revival is  loud, pushing the limits of the sound system, and the singing may not even necessarily be on pitch all of the time, but no one is worried about that stuff. This church knows how to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, especially in their native language of Twi (pronounced tr-ee). People are singing, shouting, clapping, and of course- dancing. As mentioned before, the open space is available for dancing worshipers to come on down to the front, and I indeed found myself on the dance floor after two women waved me onward. Doing the shuffle across the floor following a chain of people is not something I find myself doing that often, but it is truly apart of the worship here.

One of the most amazing aspects of the service is the offertory. Everybody gives, and there are expressions of joy as they do it. in the U.S. the call for the offering is usually acknowledged with a silent, inward moan. But here offertory is another call to the dance floor. Systematically through the whole sanctuary, everyone gets out of their seat and dances in a train up to the offering plates at the front. People are clapping and singing and waving their offering envelope and rejoicing as they give to the Lord. I have known for a while that "God loves a cheerful giver" but I hadn't quite seen it like this! The procession lasts for about 20 minutes to get through all of the people and it is a man even of the service. One of the most touching parts of the offertory was the prayer in which it was stated "thank you Lord for providing us something to give."  It is expected that everyone will give, and in this context the fact that you are able to place something into the offering bucket is an acknowledgment of the provision and goodness of god. When God is providing for your needs, the ability to place some money in the offering is a testimony to God's faithfulness. The envelope in the bucket in a way says, "look what the Lord has done!" It all belongs to God anyway; I will remember next time the offering bucket is passed around at my church that I have reason to cheerfully give.

Preparation

Hello Friends!

I have an exciting opportunity with two other students from Princeton Theological Seminary this summer to do a 10 week ministry internship in Ghana. From June through August, we will be working at Christ Presbyterian Church in Akuapem Akropong, Ghana, under Rev. Daniel Nyarko. We will be involved with the ministries of the church and have many opportunities for preaching, teaching, and sharing the love of God.


God has graciously provided for all of our needs for this summer. Because we are fully funded, we would like to extend the opportunity to friends and family to be apart of the ministry we will be participating in over there. We would like to be able to bless Christ Church with a financial donation that will be used to meet the needs of the people in the community. Rev. Nyarko has expressed that necessities as basic as shoes are greatly needed within the community. It will be a blessing to help this church continue to be a light for the people of Ghana.

Below is the Paypal link that we are using to collect the donations through June 3rd. Please consider giving $10 or however much you are able.

Online Donations:https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=HB7C5QRNH8CAL

Please keep my two companions, Ronald Dorfeuille and Simone Coley, and I in your prayers as we prepare for this opportunity!

Blessings to you!!
Valerie