March 2011, near Paynesville, Liberia, West Africa
We spent time walking through a village to get to the site of a future two-story school building. The site was far off any road, so we walked. We walked past piles of trash, trees and bushes, a cemetery, many small homes, and jumped over drainage ditches. It was no place for royalty.
Most adults just nodded as we passed, while groups of kids — mostly boys — started following behind us. We came finally to a clearing among several homes. The sun was hot and high. We brought a machete to start removing some of the vegetation on the plot of land.
One girl stuck especially close to me. She wore just a jumper — the top and bottom hanging open with the buttons undone — and green flip-flops. Another little girl, a toddler in a flowered dress, stared sternly at us.
“What’s her name?,” I asked the older girl, hoping to find a way to engage her. “Princess,” she said. “And what’s your name?,” I asked. “Princess,” she said. And I smiled.
“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.” [1 Peter 2:9]
I traveled to Liberia in conjunction with Vision Trust‘s efforts to establish schools and child development centers. Vision Trust is now also actively participating in projects to prevent the spread of Ebola. Get to know Vision Trust and their projects.