Tim was transferred back to Sierra Leone shortly after Camp Boirot’s Commander in Chief laid down the challenge between our two Gods. We had expanded into three schools, and I wondered how our volunteer teachers would manage in my absence. With mixed emotions I said farewell and boarded the plane to Sierra Leone. Communication from a neighboring country was not easy; our phone calls were few and far between, often cut short by connectivity problems. Six weeks later I returned to visit Guinea, arriving on a club meeting day. The taxi dropped me several blocks away, but as I got out, neighborhood children gathered around and started to sing. “Jesus et Mon Ami” (“Jesus is My Friend”) rang through the neighborhood as we walked to the club, and I could not have asked for a more beautiful choir. We arrived to find the teachers at work: having divided the two-hundred children into five classrooms, they were starting the Bible lesson. I had surprised the teachers, but they had a bigger surprise for me. At the end of the club, they invited me to walk with them to Camp Boirot. As we entered the school grounds, I could not believe my eyes: the school’s walls were shining with a new coat of paint. Doors and windows were in place and the roof repaired. A new well graced the center courtyard and best of all, behind the school, stood a lovely new latrine! Our volunteers explained that the Commander had summoned them to his office again. But this time there were no questions. “We have been asking our God for seven years to renovate this school. Your God has done it in three short months. I want you to continue at our school for as long as you are able.” Our God was indeed greater.
Epilogue: Two later, the camp commander asked for a Bible. Two years after that, he gave his life to Christ and started attending church. Sadly, after two more years he passed away. But we rejoice in the knowledge that we will see him again, worshipping before the throne of the Lord of Lords and King of Kings!