The first overseas missionary I remember meeting was a single woman who lived in Africa. When I was a child, she stayed in our home for a week and gave me a lovely necklace of polished gray seeds that came from her beloved Angola. In the evenings, she told stories that danced in my young imagination—images of African animals, villages, dusty hospitals and
exuberant worship services. She was the first of many who became our friend as my parents demonstrated the joy of giving generously, praying consistently, and joining the work of the gospel from afar.
So when I found myself raising support to work with Cru years later, the friendship of my own support team shouldn’t have been a great surprise. But I’ve marveled at it again and again.
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