After loading up all the supplies onto the container bound for Burundi I headed south to my sisters house. She was out of town and I was taking care of her dog and cat. She lives several miles south of where I live and fairly close to my mom. So... Sunday morning, as I expected, my mom called to ask if I would go with her to visit my grandpa.
We went to his retirement center and accompanied him to the small church service there. As I entered I was enthusiastically greeted by the pastor, his mother (who introduced herself as "Grandma Amy"), a woman named Betty in a wheelchair, and George (an 89 year-old saxophone player). As I was being introduced to Pastor Mak, he told me that their congregation has been praying for my "mini missions" for years. I was then invited to speak a little about the upcoming Rwanda trip and the formation of Shiloah Health Outreach. I must say I was touched by their acceptance, concern, and generousity.
After the service I was approached by Betty handed me rolled up bill. "It's not much but I want you to have this," she said. I felt a little ackward taking this womans money but I know it was important for her to give it. That bill is the very bill I used to open the bank account for Shiloah which we need in order to apply with the state to become a non profit. How amazing that God used a precious grandma in her wheelchair and a small congregation of faithful elders to tip off something so wonderful.
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That's pretty awesome. YOu'll have to go back there and visit again once in a while just to tell them what's going on with the ministry. I think that will make them feel really good to hear about how they are helping.
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