Today began with a walk, something I try to do every morning back home, but my first here since arriving. As I approached the small covered stadium on the base, I saw my soccer guys from Thursday night, practicing. Then I remembered that their leader had asked me if I was available to address them again on Saturday, but knowing that Sarah had plans for me I couldn’t commit. So here was again another last-minute teaching opportunity. It amounted to a “part two” of the other night. From Ephesians 3:14-19, I spoke about the effect our fathers have on us. How having a bad or absent father has not only a negative effect on us, but distorts our perception of God. I shared how my experience with my own father also distorted my concept of what fatherly love is. In the Bible passage Paul prays for the believers that the Father (God) would be their true source of inner strength. That no matter what kind of father we have had, God is able to reveal the true essence of fatherhood to us with the result of giving us confidence and courage, as well as equip us to be the kind of fathers we should be.
This afternoon may have been one of the most precious experiences of my life! For the past year and a half Sarah has gone once a week to a small children’s home to teach dance. Sarah has taught dance in one form another since she was about twelve years old. But to see her do for these kids what I have seen her do at home and to see the wonderful effect she is having on them through dance was wonderfully overwhelming. To protect their privacy, I won’t be posting photos, but how wonderful it was to be greeted with hugs from almost every single one of the thirty kids there and to see them engage this glorious art form so joyfully.
As it turns out, my being here has coincided with a visit from the person from North America who is the liaison between the home’s sponsoring church and the home. Seeing the work through his eyes was really something. He has seen first hand the benefit this ministry has been to the children. I was able to see the difference that can be made in such a poor and difficult country. I think some of my cynicism was healed today.
After the children’s home, we went to the market (another experience indeed!). When it was time to head back by “taxi” (small motorcyle). Due to some logistic issues, she asked me if I would mind heading back on my own, before I had time to answer, I found myself whisked away, riding as a sole passenger for the first time.
Tomorrow I am due to speak at a church service in the town here. The pastor was my translator when Robin and I were here in 2012. I am really looking forward to seeing and working with him again.