Dear ITEM Prayer Partner, if anyone flies enough, eventually you get bit by the cancellation or over-booked bug. Today, I got bit by the over-booked bug.
Dear ITEM Friends, As a pastor, I can remember listening to some advice from an experienced pastor. That piece of advice was, “The one who plays the game makes the rules.” The principle is this. If you have some suggestions to make about how things could or should be, be sure are on the team playing in the game first. Another principle I learned was that there needs to be a balance between responsibility and authority. In other words, the more responsibility someone must see a project to completion, the more “say so” they should have on how the project should be completed. Both of those were at play today in the meeting with the ITEM team in Madagascar. It was a spectacular day. One of the most spectacular planning sessions I have had with any ITEM team in the 19 years of ITEM’s existence.
I have had two meetings (three conversations) today, Friday, and both gave added energy and momentum to the vision I have for ITEM Apologetics Ministry. I am extremely excited about tomorrow’s seminar. And Mrs. Sandee Cnossen is excited about her meeting with a group of women tomorrow as well. Click Read More Below…
Dotted along the gold coast of Ghana are a series of glistening 16th century slave castles, magnificent in beauty and nefarious in purpose. Inside these haunted walls, an unspeakable terror occurred. African slaves captured and sold to the European colonizers were herded into prison cells awaiting their passage to the New World where they would be divorced from their families and culture, given new names, and spend the rest of their days in miserable servitude in a foreign land without any hope of freedom. The door through which these condemned slaves passed to board ships to the New World came to be known as “The Door of No Return.”
It has been quite an eventful couple of days since my last post. On Saturday morning we departed from Bafoussam before sunrise for Yaoundé. About two hours into the trip, just as the sun had risen–its golden rays accentuating the glory of the rolling verdant countryside and dazzling my eyes–it happened again. Our vehicle broke down! Unfortunately, this time we were in the middle of nowhere, the closest town located about thirty minutes away. If I were superstitious, I might be tempted to believe I have a curse attached to me since this keeps happening.