Well I am going to start this off with a story that is so clear even now though it happened on Sunday.
After church when i was done preaching me and my translator left the church. We were the only group who caught a cab to get to church that morning so that was where we were going when I asked him if we had time to street evangelize. He called his brother Robert and asked how much time we had. He said a minute to get in a cab and head back to the church. So we proceeded to head to the main street to catch a cab. We walked by maybe a dozen people and then we saw a group selling candy and I asked again if we could evangelize. In Ghana a minute does not really mean a minute. I do pretty well in this country because although i don’t want to be late I would rather finish what I start and be late then leave something especially the people of Ghana when i have a chance to speak about God. Well we went through the normal few questions I usually ask and then i started giving them encouragement. When we finished and i prayed for them a young boy came up to me and said “aubronie,” which means white man, “someone is calling you. Someone is calling you.” It happened to be Francis Cobbinah who is a lame man who has not walked for two years. He was so happy to see a white man stopped to talk with him he had tears in his eyes when he started to speak. It broke my heart to see his little house and the spot where he sat ever day watching people pass by his place daily. He said he had seen me that morning but decided not to call for me but when he saw me again he had to call for me. We have been praying daily to see this man walk, we are going to him tomorrow or Friday because that will be the last time we will be here to street evangelize. I just ask you to pray that God shows us a miracle like in Acts and Francis walks again. Thank You
On another note I rode in a Ghanaian taxi, quite the experience getting back because when we hailed the taxi 5 other people hopped in it so me and my translator George decided we would wait for another. The taxi driver wanted to i guess drive a white man around so he proceeded to kick out everyone in his cab to allow me and my translator to ride back to the church. I thought this was funny, they really do see us white people as important and something to brag about to their friends. i have many more cool stories like the time I was asked to and played soccer on the golf course. I asked our bus driver Anthony after so many people wanted to take pictures with us at the beach if we could basically do anything because we were white, he laughed and said yes, we pretty much could. Its interesting being seen like a novelty item, but since Ghanians have such a hard time finding work and making money, i can go over this subject in more depth if you ask, some Ghanians expect us to buy their stuff and to give them money when they see us. They see a white man so they think he must be rich. My bus driver says that many people make less then 100 Ghana Cedas in a month, which is roughly 50 dollars American, working 6am-8pm. when i told him i could make that in one day it blew his mind. The economic situation is worse then in America, they do not have minimum wage or a very good infrastructure like we do. many of the places we go to are very cheap forms of housing, most have a dirt floor and a thatchy roof, some are unfinished concrete compounds, but God has been graceful and blessed pastor Daniel with a gorgeous house he can house his family, us, and his wife’s sister’s family. we all took pictures of the house so when we get back we can show you how much of a blessing it has been to be here. It has put a lot of things into a different perspective to me. the motto for these weeks have been to not take anything for granted. Last night Robert while he was praying thanked God for not charging us to breath oxygen. That is a profound statement that opened up my eyes to the things we take for granted. Ghana has broke my heart, and built me stronger and hopefully I have conveyed that message to you.