Except for the pastor, he took me aside, ‘Bruce, you are wrong to take your family and work amongst these people.’ ‘But this is where I have been called,’I tried to explain. ‘But you aren’t trained, and there is no mission society or denomination behind you.’ How are you going to survive? Why don’t you get them to come here to this church?’ He thought I was rushing into some dream without counting the cost.
My mother, waiting back at the house, cried with relief. His father scooped him up the second the staff released him and laid him in my arms. The love we both felt for this tiny mite was overwhelming.