Eleven Days, Twenty-Eight Sermons, and So Much Work Still Ahead
There is a piano player in Takoradi who has ended more sermons early than anyone I have ever seen back
There is a piano player in Takoradi who has ended more sermons early than anyone I have ever seen back
We were creeping along the road to Agona Nkwanta when we ran into a wall of people dancing right down
Pastor Dare showed up to the men's cookout with live rabbits, and Bro. Sammy showed up with a bag of
The last thing anyone expected to see loaded into the luggage bay of a Takoradi bus was a brand-new motorcycle,
Bro. Ruckman spent the last night of the conference holding a hand bell like it was the most natural thing
There is a piano player at this conference who does not care who you are, how long you have been
The boy counted the cases twice, loaded them into the truck, and I never looked up from the receipt: big
Brother Ruckman and I were sitting in the living room after lunch, just talking, when the lights went out. No
Laura and I walked out to the main road near the Ruckmans' house this morning, and a taxi pulled over
We were sitting in the gate area in Accra, waiting for our flight to Takoradi, when I heard two men