I have contemptlating on how I would write about all that I have seen and heard over the last few days, and the time has come when I have time to do so.  Today I awoke not feeling all that great and as the morning went on, I could feel myself getting worse, so just before everyone headed out I excused myself from going this morning and came in our room to rest.  I have probably been asleep for a few hours now, but the dreams of Chanian faces have been so vividly haunting me.  They have haunted me in a way that I feel burdened to pray for their hearts, their lake of guidance, and for the majority of them who still don’t know that God sent them the gift of life. 

  It really struck a cord in my heart when just a few days ago, we made it to the end of a very long day and were traveling on a hill to the north of Accra (the city).  I was looking into a vast view of what seemed like miles and miles of tin roofs.  There were no regular homes, no safe havens….there were no glamorous houses, or sounds of joy. There were no smells of the sweet cooking of dinner for the evening or mothers and fathers calling their small ones in from the night.  There was no settling, no relief in sight for them.  It hit me that for most of the people of Accra, there was no hope…no hope for joy or for comfort from God’s redeeming love.  No, for the people of Accra (with probably somewhere around 70 people groups represented) there was only the reminder of a call to worship one who offered nothing but a threat that said if they did not do enough good works to cancel their sin debt, they would never see heaven.  You see, islamic religion says that the only way to get to heaven is through Muhammed’s teachings and his teachings say that it is only by good works that they might obtain eternal life.  There is no room for grace or mercy.  As the night was approaching and I was overlooking a city drowning in fear, I was heavy in my heart for those people.  I can’t speak their language so it is difficult for me to ever really know all that they have gone through in their lifetime as a result of their religion.  For those who have accepted Christ, we can’t promise them safety, or promise them that they won’t face a life of persecution.  We can only tell them that God’s love for them is so mighty, that no matter what they go through in this life, with His son’s blood, they have a promised eternal life.

  I don’t know about you, but if I were a muslim, it would be so very difficult for me to put down a life that allowed me to be with my family but offered no grace, for a life that took away my rights and my family and all that I had ever known for eternal life that I have never seen or know what it would be like.  Do you get me? Please continue to pray- You prayers are strong and vital to the work that is being done in Ghana.  Each of you who is faithful to do so, is a partner to this mission!  We love you and miss you.