Some of my friends listening to my missionary adventures suggest that I write them down in a book. That happened especially after my Easter and Christmas letters, in which I described different missionary events. My humorous response to that is that I'm too young to write a book and apart from that it would take ages because I'm not a good writer. One day I noticed however, that there actually are a number of joyful stories that happened in my missionary life worthy to be written down, which would otherwise vanish forever. Perhaps my blog is a good start towards a book. In this blog I try to more or less on a regular basis publish short stories or happenings I find interesting. These are usually accompanied with a thematic photo. Hopefully one day they could be put together to form a testimony of my missionary life. When I look back at the years I spent in Africa in this jubilee year I realise how much I was privileged to experience.
A few days ago one of the boys from my vocations group said to me: "Father, let us write a book together." When I asked what kind of book we should write he said that I was a good Samaritan and he was the one who got help from him and would therefore provide me with the topics I could write about. He was convinced there would be people willing to read that. He is a nice chap from our group of about thirty men. I helped him with his tuition fee and he gratefully helped us with occasional work at our house.
I'm sure I'm writing a book, if not necessarily in ink, I'm writing it with my life. Some read it willingly, because they are my friends, for others it is less interesting because they don't pay much attention to the importance of missionary work. After all, everyone is writing their own book.
A few days ago one of the boys from my vocations group said to me: "Father, let us write a book together." When I asked what kind of book we should write he said that I was a good Samaritan and he was the one who got help from him and would therefore provide me with the topics I could write about. He was convinced there would be people willing to read that. He is a nice chap from our group of about thirty men. I helped him with his tuition fee and he gratefully helped us with occasional work at our house.
I'm sure I'm writing a book, if not necessarily in ink, I'm writing it with my life. Some read it willingly, because they are my friends, for others it is less interesting because they don't pay much attention to the importance of missionary work. After all, everyone is writing their own book.
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