A team of three took off for Ethiopia recently, to spend five days investing in leaders: my wife and I, along with a young woman whose church is prayerfully considering the partnership, and she herself is discerning a possible gap year or longer in mission service after completing grad school.
We connected with the pastor we were supposed to visit the next day. He was able to get the owner of the hotel to open their doors for us, yet there was no restaurant in the hotel. They slaughtered their only goat for our dinner, then the pastor and his team began to wash our muddy feet in friendship and holy welcome. I wept, feeling as if I had gone back in time, and was living in a Bible story straight out of the Book of Acts.