My Ghana Moment - Carol Michael

* This article is copied from this week's Server.

It’s happened every year I‘ve gone to Ghana. I call it My Ghana Moment.  It’s that moment when God shows himself so big and bold it brings me to tears and to my knees.  It’s that moment that I literally think about every day until I go back to Ghana and get another ‘moment.’  

So this year, I was ready for it. I watched. I waited. I listened. I knew it was coming.  But day after day went by and it didn’t come. Even though I was having a wonderful time and seeing God work in incredible ways, I missed having that moment. It made me sad. I thought that maybe being at the Village of Hope had become routine. Even on the last day as we were loading the bus that would take us to the airport, I wondered what I had missed.  

And then it happened. I heard my name and leaned out the window to say good-bye to Jennifer, a young woman who was getting ready to complete her last year in nursing school. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and handed me a letter. As I read the letter, I realized I had been having My Ghana Moment all along. It was in the daily work that we had been doing in and around the Village of Hope; I saw the story of our ultimate rescue being shared passionately by those who truly understand what it means to be rescued.

You see, within minutes of arriving at the village, the older children who were either studying or working in another city or village were calling to ask how they could help our group with the work we planned to do while in Ghana. 

Jennifer said in her letter, “Thank you for motivating your youth to pay a visit to the Village of Hope.  We are very grateful for not just supporting us but coming all the way to visit us.  Every time I look at my present state in education and in life as a whole, I give thanks to God for your relentless efforts and support for the children of the Village of Hope.  I now care, love and help people more because you taught me to do so by doing it for me.”  

I know this letter was not just for me or about me. This letter was written because of everyone at White Station who has ever given money on mission Sunday, who has ever gone to the Village of Hope to serve in some capacity, everyone who has bought supplies to send at Christmas, or written a note to a child. The work you have contributed to over the last fifteen years has helped to raise a new generation of workers in God’s kingdom. It’s a beautiful, moving thing to witness and I thank you, White Station, for the Ghana Moments you are contributing to all over that country as these young people grow up and find ways to serve a God they must give back to for all He has done for them.