Ironies of Life

I’m going to be sincere with you guys: I used to be one of those people that absolutely hated the Universal Church. 

I found it all to be absurd- the pastors, the members and above all Bishop Macedo.

The newspapers were my allies, my sole source of information given that I had never even step foot in the church.

Today, 18 years later here I am- married to a pastor of the Universal Church and working in Africa! How ironic!

Old friends and family members still can’t manage to understand.

My parents dreamed of me having an entirely different life. Little do they know that if it weren’t for God, whom I found in the Universal Church, they would be visiting me once a year at the cemetery, but I will go into more depth about that later.

I’m on the other side of the coin now and I know through my own experience, what grand work the church does. 

I know about the daily sacrifices not limited to the Campaigns of Israel; the constant revolt against the devil and what he does in people’s lives; the incessant prayers; the ardent desire and struggle to save souls; the constant struggle against physical tiredness, whilst the Spirit wants to do more; the pain of seeing such a vast wheat field and so few workers; and of course the social work aimed to help those suffering in poverty.

We are in Namibia. Few are those who know this country. When we were in London and my husband told me that we would be coming here (he informed me on Wednesday and we were to travel that same Sunday,) I ran for the computer to find out where it was… it is in Africa. It is not the poorest country on the African continent, nonetheless, there is lots of misery and poverty here…

Therefore, in my future posts, I am going to be sharing with you some of my experiences here during these months and I will give you a chance to learn a bit more about Namibia…

Don’t miss out!