Well, it seems like I have gone ages without an update. And then, it seems as if I have so many stories that I want to share, that I feel like I don’t even know where to begin. There’s a phenomenal story I’ve been meaning to share for quite some time, so I guess I’ll start with that.

I’ve mentioned before that Greg and Wendy, the volunteer coordinators, are some of my absolute favorites. I think I’ve delayed so much in sharing about their ministry because I know I’ll be selling it short. There is nothing like hearing the testimonies from the people firsthand. In the U.S., Wendy worked as a nurse, but since they moved to Ghana with their three children, she has instead been stretched to serve as a homeschool teacher this last year. Still, she has taken a special interest in caring for patients with congenital heart defects. Even at the BMC, care is limited. For example, if a child is in respiratory distress, we are able to give 35% oxygen; once, when prescribing oxygen for a child who was in obvious need, I had to watch them take the oxygen away from another child. Children with CHD need to get care somewhere else, or they will not really get the care they need.

Over the last year, Wendy first met Clement, the son of a hospital worker. His father, Baba Tiah, is a man of incredible faith. Clement was born with Tetralogy of Fallot, a congenital heart defect, and the hole in his heart would probably prevent him from living to adulthood. However, Wendy, through lots of hard work and millions of details and obstacles, was able to work with organizations like Save A Child’s Heart to send him to Florida to have life-saving surgery. Baba Tiah invited us to dinner last week, where he shared the testimony of Clement’s journey. Every detail was incredible. In Nalerigu, birth certificates are rare. You can imagine all the hoops that were jumped in order to acquire passports and visas for Clement and his father. Baba Tiah had never flown before and got to see the ocean for the first time. Imagine, never really venturing far past the red dirt road here, and being flown to Florida with the hope of saving your child’s life! I wish I could recall every detail of the story that Baba Tiah shared, but it left me in utter amazement. While these nonprofit organizations certainly have systems in place to plan these trips, it is no smal miracle that everything fell into place when Baba Tiah didn’t even have a cell phone.

Baba Tiah is a man that is filled with joy every minute. I think he very much feels that he saw near-death, and that the Lord has given life. I believe that the Lord has big things in store for Baba Tiah and Clement’s family. They are shouting His name from rooftops here, for the good He has done. I have continued to be challenged by Wendy. She said to me, “I mean, if it was my child, I would want to go to the ends of the earth for him.” And that’s what she did for Clement. I think sometimes we shy away from tackling tasks like that, because maybe it isn’t something we can offer for everyone. But the other night, at Baba’s house, I saw a family who was completely changed. Like those who have had a large burden lifted or a huge debt cancelled, they walk in renewed and contagious joy. I have never been so confident that their family will impact many, many more.

You can read a little about Clement’s trip here.

This story actually continues, but I’ll have to share Part II soon. I’ll try to update tomorrow. Baba Tiah is a man who, to me, really anticipated great things from God. He had no reason to expect that Clement’s life would be saved, and no practical reason to hope otherwise. Be encouraged; we have reason to hope.