(Once again I'm not starting at the beginning!) Towards the end of the service, I was given the opportunity to present a special gift to the Tsachi church. Let me tell you its story.
When I was 17 (45 years ago), I crafted a Bible verse, sewing the letters onto fabric, as a gift for my father. The verse was Hebrews 13:8...in Tsáfiqui, the language into which he had translated the Bible. He appreciated it so much that wherever he and my mom moved, the verse went along and was one of the first things to be put up on the wall of each new abode. (My sister told me that!) When my mother died, and I brought the verse back with me, I just put it away and sort of forgot about it.
Not long ago, I suddenly thought of it...and of the "verse-less" walls of the Tsachi church. In a way, my parents' final "home" here on Earth is now the Tsachi cemetery, back with the people they loved. What better thing than to, once again, put this gift up on their wall? We had it framed, asking that it be done so as to protect it from humidity. When I got up to speak, I told the story of the gift, and the reason I now wanted it to hang on the church wall...as a reminder of the love our family has for them (besides, of course, the love of our Father). I didn't finish with dry eyes.
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so wonderful! thank you for sharing these stories of love across cultures and of perseverance in the Lord...
ReplyDeleteI love this! The people in Congoma are so precious! I am so glad you are able to go visit! 💜
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