visit me in my house. She was very upset with me saying,
through an interpreter that she had seen me go from house
to house in my canoe and I had not come across the water
from my house to hers. She asked me to come pray with her.
I went by with Segun Babalola, the man in the striped shirt.
We sat on her living room floor, on pieces of cardboard boxes,
that were her only seats. With Segun intrepreting, I shared
Jesus Christ with her and she and her two
sons. Musthapa, and Solomon, trusted Christ.
She may be poor in this world but rich in Christ.
new benches at their brand new desks.