I went to a river baptism today and the sun was scorching. The beads of sweat on this girl’s face are a great visual testament to the heat. This is one of those photos you have to see at full size (1o megapixels).
In a previous post I gave an overview of the evil practice of Trokosi slavery or “religious servitude” (the politically correct terminology). When we Westerners hear talk of “slavery” it is almost an abstract concept to us – after all slavery was abolished over a hundred years ago – right?
I thought I would share with you the stories of a couple of the young girls I met at the Baptist Vocational Training Center (BVTC). I hope it helps you to understand the reality of this form of slavery and prompts you to pray fervently for its victims.
First, a couple disclaimers: For security and privacy reasons I won’t post the photos of any of the girls whose stories I share. I will also refrain from using their real names. None of the girls spoke English (they all speak a language called Ewe) so when I quote them I am paraphrasing what the translator told me. Read More
I was visiting a school run by Sankor Baptist Church in Winneba, Ghana and found this poor boy all alone in his classroom. The rest of the kids were outside playing. I don’t know if he got in trouble or just had homework to catch up on.
I liked the various objects scattered on the floor: the bell that was rung to let the other kids out for recess and soccer cleats that he wishes he was outside using.
Friday I took a trotro to the coastal city of Winneba. A trotro is a bus/van that carries anywhere from 20 to 40 people from town to town. When I got to the station I was completely overwhelmed by the unbelievable amount of people, vehicles, trash, and noise. I saw both a cow and a woman get hit by buses (neither sustained any serious injuries) and was amazed that I didn’t see more.
Two and a half years ago I attended New Covenant Baptist Church in Accra. I took some photos and met Pastor Chris. Later that week Pastor Chris took me to a village in a region they had been doing some evangelism.
Today I attended New Covenant again and saw many familiar faces. I also saw that the church hasn’t changed much. Due to a lack of funds the second floor still isn’t finished and the sign is still missing letters. It used to read “New Cove ant Baptist Church” but now reads “New Co enant Bapt st Church”.
Tuesday Pastor Chris will be taking me to the same region I visited with him over two years ago to see several new believers be baptized. I’m excited about seeing how God has changed the lives of these Ghanaians. I’m also glad that Pastor Chris’s ministry has been focusing more on improving lives than improving buildings. Read More
The man in black’s name is Johnny. He was the driver that took me to Frankadua this week. Johnny is wearing black because his father passed away last week. Tradition dictates that he wear black until his father’s body has been buried.
This photo is significant to me because it reminds me of the reason we are here. Johnny’s father was diabetic and when he fell ill Johnny took him to a public hospital in Accra. The hospital was over-crowded and under-funded. They had no running water or empty beds and were not accepting any new patients. Johnny sat in the hospital lobby for hours and hours and watched his father die.