It's Mother's Day here in Cameroon.  A pastor friend of ours sent his driver to pick us up at ten this morning.  We were honored guests at his church.  It had been three years since we last visited them.  Everyone was so happy to have us back. With no advanced warning, we were invited to the platform to share a word.  The mike was handed to me first.  Public speaking is my forte.  I can share on most any topic from God's Word at the drop of a hat.  So I gave the mothers a charge to raise their children for the Lord.  Then the mike was handed to Jim, who hates public speaking, though he always does a good job.  He spoke to the fathers, challenging them to take their responsibility to their children seriously.  

What a treat to be in church together.  It happens about once every two or three years.  Someone must make a sacrifice in order for this to happen.  That's why Doris arrived at Shiloh shortly before 6 a.m. today.  After letting Joseph, our night guard, go home, she made breakfast for our guest.  Then she made breakfast for us and brought it to our room.  Meanwhile we were getting our day started.  Then Doris cut up and froze a large quantity of mangoes.  She let our guest out at the gate when he went to his church.  Next it was time to let us out at the gate when the car came for us.  When the mangoes were all tucked away in the freezer, Doris began cleaning guest bedrooms.  She was finishing up the second one when we arrived back at Shiloh around 1:30 p.m.  We sent her home and took over running Shiloh, which included preparing the evening meal for a guest.  Now it is 10 p.m. and bedtime has finally arrived.  Another busy day awaits us in a few short hours.