Many years ago, in Fairfax, VA some friends adopted a young child from Vietnam.  She arrived with a small wicker basket containing her every possession and without one word of English.  By the time Wee-Sook got to high school and played in the marching band, her mother said she was more American than Americans.  Jessie and I are becoming more African than the Africans.

Yesterday we left Pinehurst in the dark of the morning (5:15 a.m.) and drove to Ivy, VA near Charlottesville to hear The Rev. Canon Sandy McCann, M.D. preach at St. Paul’s church.  It was nearly a 5 hour drive.  Someone commented:  “You are driving 5 hours to go to church?”   It made me think of our African friends, some who walk, WALK! for hours to get to a church service and once there, stay until dark.   Would I walk barefooted or in flip flops to praise God?  I am afraid I know the answer.  I was in a comfortable warm car, viewed the lovely hill country of Albemarle County, and sat in a white pointsettia-bedecked church to sing those familiar Epiphany hymns. 

Sandy was great ~ truly an inspiration to us and so totally committed to her life and work in Tanzania.  Every dime she makes preaching in America goes to Msalato Theological College, for she sees the importance of well-trained pastors to bring the villagers out of “darkness.”  Epiphany means “manifestation or a striking appearance.”  I learned a new word yesterday ~ EPIPHANIC.  It means living a life of ever expanding epiphanies, ever expanding discoveries; a life of suddenly seeing God in the most unlikely places. (Fred Thompson)   That is one thing the Africans are doing for me.  Who would expect to find God in what looks sometimes like a God-forsaken place?  We do, even though we sometimes have to drive 5 hours or fly 27 hours to do so.  We got home at 7:30 p.m. ~ left in darkness and returned in darkness, but we glimpsed the light in between.  Light and love to you all.  Tally