Teach me to Pray
by a missionary serving in West Africa
Fire!—Great billows of smoke rose skyward from the western edge of the village. At the height of the dry season, this wind-whipped fire could devastate the community, leaving the homes and meager possessions of our African friends in ashes.
As soon as she spotted the smoke, my wife Sherry ran down into the village, accompanied by our co-worker Julie. They confirmed the grim facts: the edge of the village was on fire, with a strong west wind pushing the hungry flames toward all the other houses. Read more.
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