I recently had the privilege of traveling to a third world country. I realize that using the word “privilege” when talking about an underdeveloped country may seem incongruous; however, it proved otherwise.
I was part of a group of nineteen, along with my husband and 16-year old son, who traveled to Ghana, West Africa. Although this was not the first time I’d been in a foreign country, it was my first short-term Missions trip.
Our main focus was to teach and train church leaders in several villages as well as provide medical treatment for the locals. Many people there understood English; however, they had difficulty understanding our American dialect. Therefore, all teaching or training was done with the aid of an interpreter.
At my first teaching post, I was asked to explain what I do for a living. How do you explain to people who have so little that you help others organize their “stuff” because they have so much? Most of the people we came in contact with lived in small, concrete or mud huts, without running water. They cooked their meals over an open fire and owned only a few changes of clothing.
Day after day...