It is difficult to put into words my experience in Burkina Faso, but I will try.
It was very, very hot. Temperatures were in the mid to high 40s celsius (one of my original excuses for not going was my inability to endure heat). I am not sure I was much use physically in working at the Village of Hope, but I think I was the one being taught something. God works in mysterious ways.
The people were wonderful. How could you not love those beautiful children, always so friendly and welcoming. Even though I spoke no French we were able to communicate in many ways, especially the need for bonbons (candy). I was also able to observe in the school classrooms, and the English class even sang happy birthday to me.
The Village of Hope truly is a ‘village of hope’ for the children who come from rural villages. Some are orphans, others come from different religious backgrounds, all being given the opportunity of an education and also hearing the Word of God. The Sunday morning service was a real blessing. Over 400 children singing praises to our Heavenly Father. It is something I will never forget.
It is also a village of hope for those who work there, many would not have employment if it were not for Pastor Michel and his vision for this village. There are children, teachers, cooks labourers and their families living together in this wonderful place.
What did God teach me? To have a compassionate heart for those in need. To be open to God’s leading. To be responsible for what God has given to us, how blessed we are. To trust God. I’m sure over the coming weeks and months I will learn more.