Many years ago, I accompanied a friend to West Africa. For two weeks, we took turns carrying a large wooden cross on our shoulders. As we walked, curious onlookers began to follow. As soon as a crowd of 50-100 intrigued people had gathered around us, we stopped for a drink of water and shared the Gospel. A team of native pastors translated for us, and their churches eagerly embraced those who responded to the love of Jesus.

As we traveled far from the city, something unexpected happened…

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