I almost didn’t go along. When we left at 6:00 am for church, I was fighting a bad head cold after a restless night of sleep. By the time we returned home around 4:00 pm, I was hoarse, exhausted and feverish. I only went to spend a little more time with the team of dear friends visiting from Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, and enjoy one last adventure with them before they returned to the States.But I got so much more out of it. To paraphrase the Apostle Paul, though physically I was wasting away, inwardly the day renewed me.Our destination was a young church on a mountain top 1800 feet above the small town of Grison Garde. The WV team had been there before. In fact, they had helped their friend, Pastor Job, establish the church two years ago. Job pastors a church in Grison Garde, but he obviously sees the entire area as his parish. When he discovered a handful of people who were making a two and a half hour trip down the mountain each Sunday morning to attend worship services in town, he felt prompted to do what he could to give the mountain its own church.The WV team had helped him inaugurate that new congregation and had later aided in the buying of property for a church building. Yesterday, they were going to get to see the new property and how the church had progressed since their last visit.And our sweet friend Hannah had been tasked with delivering the morning’s message – a duty she took with the utmost seriousness. On our hour long drive to Grison Garde, and then whenever we paused along our subsequent walk, Hannah had her notes out, not wanting to miss anything that the Lord would have her speak to His gathered people.
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