“I don’t think I’m going to make it to the village I may need to go back to UB to get our tickets changed due to this emergency.”

To which he faithfully responded, “You have no other option but to go to the village. This is what you’ve been waiting for, praying for.”

The how we were called there, and how we were called home is not the story for today, although it is one I do love to tell.

Today’s story is about the going back.

I’ll never forget the feeling in the lodge when everyone went home, and our director looked over at me to say, “Something big happened here,” with a follow up question of, “What are we going to do now?”

Staring at this powerful woman of God who sat around my campfire the most random though came to me…..

What if Elijah came to dinner?

It’s Friday and I’m wrapping up my office work, but a big yellow envelope marked “G” in green pen keeps catching my eye.

About an hour ago it was dropped off at the CCWM headquarters for deposit. When our Office Administrator, Jane opened the envelope she simply stated, “whoa”.

It was full of …