When it was all happening, it didn't seem like a big deal because a lot of things kept happening a little at a time, but when I read about it all now, I'm kind of amazed.
When our little flock was starting up a church, God knew full well we did not have anywhere near the economic means to put up a building. We started with just a handful of a few farmers' wives from the village of Uken. God HAD to intervene if we were to have a meeting place--and He did, I realize now.
There was a medical doctor who had had a clinic quite a few years back in the middle of the city, but he had closed his practice so long ago there was no longer light, electricity, water, in the building. Termites had eaten through so much of the woodwork you could poke your finger into some of the pillars. Newspapers patched up holes in the walls.
Right about that time, my parents' first converts' son was released from prison. He had found the Lord there and earned qualification as a licensed electrician. He GAVE hours of his ability to the wiring of the new church--our little group would not have had money to ask for another company to do it. His father, a professional signmaker, came by to do the church billboard for us.
A family moving off island donated a piano to the church when the buyer failed to show up. Another family gave their carpet to us for the same reason. No one was donating pews tho'. We decided to get some inexpensive chairs. However, when the salesman mistakenly ordered the wrong color, he pled with us to buy them for almost nothing.
There is a bus stop just in front of the church. Just before church, Daddy used to play Gospel song recordings and have it flowing out the front window of the church. No doubt, the people must've wondered what in the world caused the metamorphosis --surely, that is the spot that used to be the sorry eyesore? There's a Church there now? That IS a cross, isn't it?
