The woman selling bread along the roadside earns $2-4 per day. And gas in Ghana costs $4/gallon. Obviously the woman does not own a car....or much else.
Today was the last day training leaders. We met in Accra (4 million people, one out of every 6 people in Ghana live in Accra). It is a crowded, noisy, humid, polluted, congested magnet that draws humanity here to try and piece together existence.
Today's training was held at Prince Paul's first church - located in what we would describe as skid row. Newly arriving poor, drug users, and prostitutes live in the dirt alley where the church is located. Prince Paul said, "We try our best to love them." Three women were sitting on the concrete church steps. I asked if they attended the church ("no, they are squatters" he told me).
Thirteen pastors attended today's training - dedicated, Christ-loving, people serving, long suffering men. David rode all night (6 hours) on a bus to be at the training. Seth traveled 3 hours by bus. He told me, I am still using the training you gave us last time you came."
Humidity was very high, in the mid 90s percent I expect. My shirt was wet and glued to my skin.
As we completed the training the men asked if they could gather around and pray for me (of course!). They prayed the Lord would "continue to open doors of ministry for our brother Paul." Wow, what a blessing they are to me.
Tomorrow I hope to visit the national museum marking the western most point from which slaves were shipped to the "new world."
Then Thursday night I begin flying home - a 7 hour flight to Amsterdam, then 8+ hour flight to Minneapolis.
Good night from tropically hot, humid, congested Accra, Ghana.
Posted on Wed, April 5, 2017
by Amy Henderson