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Friday, June 15, 2007

Friends from when we lived in Barrie are now in Ghana on a two year missionary placement. They have had some lovely stories as they have settled into life in a new culture. This one actually made me laugh out load, with tears rolling down my face... enjoy!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Good for a gaffe
by Loreli

I can laugh at myself. Sure, I can. I laughed real hard* this morning and please allow me to tell you what happened, before J-M scoops the story.

I am used to being called up on spur-of-the-moment to give a prayer or an exhortation, or even a sermon. I don't mind. In fact, I've reconciled that if I have all these wonderful and frequent opportunities to share truth with everyone who asks me, why wouldn't I do so with a joyful heart?

This morning's service was no exception, as I was called to pray for two young ladies who had been asked to come to the front. HOWEVER, Brother Fred, who had asked me to pray, hadn't given me instructions in English. I had to clarify with him what I was praying for. He told me, "These ladies are having burdens."

Fair enough. It wasn't a whole lot to go on, but I decided to tap into some scriptures and promises that speak about lifting our burdens and Christ's faithfulness.

So I did. I was really in the zone too. I brought their burdens before the throne of God, I prayed for their strength to run the race. I prayed that all the trials and temptations and trouble (couldn't think of any more T words) these girls are currently going through would be their opportunity to seek God's redemption and walk away with a testimony of God's power in their lives. I prayed for healing (just in case) of their hearts and bodies. I prayed for deliverance from evil. I prayed for distress, finances, and relationships. And when I finally said, "Amen," I was sure their burdens wouldn't be as heavy.

When I sat down, J-M was doing the silent laugh. His shoulders were shaking and he was covering his mouth and he kept trying to say something to me, but couldn't.

"What's so funny?!" I whisper-yelled.

He told me, much to my embarrassment, "Did you know that it is those girls' birthdays?"


Also, "burdens" = "birthdays" with a Ghanaian accent.

  1. Blogger Kev Chen said:

    That was awesome!

  1. Anonymous Loreli said:

    Hey, I got mentioned on Margie's blog!

    I should make an idiot of myself more often!

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