“Preach the word. Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and teaching.” II Timothy 4:2
Here are a couple of questions that readers have asked about my novel, SHAKEN BLESSINGS. Were you the only American over there? No, there were others in Africa. However, I decided to live in a rural village without medical facilities so I could establish a health program and treat the sick. So I always became the only American in the community where I lived. And yes, to answer another question, the local people called me the “white lady” and referred to themselves as “black.”
We missionaries were far away from families and friends, so we took opportunities to get together for fellowship. We met for American holidays, not celebrated locally, like Thanksgiving and Fourth of July. We shared books, babysat each others children, helped one another get supplies, and took care of each other when sick. In our loosely knit family the children called all adults, aunt and uncle. During these times we caught up on the American news and local political/cultural problems.
At one of our gatherings, everyone laughed at a funny story. I looked around at the Christian workers from different states, with diverse occupations and from various denominations. We all got along. Due to our common goal, we were thrown together with others that we would have had nothing in common with back in the States. Today, over thirty years later we are still good friends, perhaps because of our united purpose.
God called us to do a job, and we pushed forward to carry out the mission. Sometimes, we sounded like narrow-minded and stubborn people. Most of those Christians that I knew, were strong-willed, like me, who were determined to carry out the great commission.
If we could all set aside our little differences as Christians, maybe we would be able to work together for the common aim of preaching the Gospel to a lost and dying world.
II Corinthians 4:5 “For we do not preach ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord.”