Roy Wenzl: Jeff Miller of El Dorado crawled exhausted into his airplane seat and had himself a two-finger serving of Scotch in a glass. It was 2004, and he’d been coming to Ghana along the Gold Coast of West Africa off and on for five years, to have a look at all the poverty.
Now he was on the airfield in Accra, the capital, and he was leaving for good, or so he decided.
He wanted to go home to Kansas and stay there.
He wanted to tell his friends from Charlotte and from El Dorado that he was done with Africa. That he was tired of the Republic of Ghana, sick of Ghanaian corruption. And though a Christian, compelled to love and help others, he was sick of suffering in Ghana.
The plane took off, and he took a sip of Scotch. “So much for being a spiritual giant,” he thought.
He thought he’d never come back.
“Thank you, Jesus,” he thought. “I am going home.”
And just like that, a vision appeared.
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