"I believe in the love of God, it is an orphan's wildest dream, it is a Narrow Little Road, it is an ever widening desert stream" ~ Red Mountain hymn

"This narrow little road may be filled with both abundant joy and humiliating sorrow; surely, even its promised Divine acceptance cannot assure it's travelers absense of profound rejection. Indeed, this narrow road may be filled with a great many things, but the one thing it truly lacks is regret!" ~Debbie Sue

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

3 Generations of Grahams in Liberia

It is such an unbelievable blessing to have Cissie Graham Lynch staying in our single ladies staff house this week and her "Daddy" Franklin Graham coming in just a few short weeks to bring the love of God and the truth of the Gospel to Liberia!

We (at SPL) have 2 media teams visiting from North Carolina Headquarters (#1 is doing coverage of projects to put as excerpts during the live stream of the upcoming Life Festival March 25-27 and #2 is a smaller team of Cissie and her friend Hope coming to cover some stories on social issues- to post on her blog- in order to ignite passion in the hearts of 20 and 30 somethings who have a passion for humanitarian work).

There are also 3 rural festivals happening in the bush that start this Friday in Foya (March 4-5), Zwedru (March 8-9) and Ganta (March 11-12). Please be praying for the logistics of all these events as well as the health and sanity of all the SP staff and our visitors.

I decided it would be neat to share some words from Billy Graham from his visit to liberia in 1960, as well as some following words from Cissie below.

TO EARTH’S ENDS- from Billy Graham's autobiography (Liberia)

Liberia, a democracy founded by freed American slaves in the early nineteenth century, was our first stop in Africa on January 19. As we landed, I wondered if it might be the last stop I would ever make. One of the plane’s four motors was spurting dark smoke. With sirens wailing, airport fire engines raced toward us. The combustion, I was happy to see, subsided before we reached the terminal.

Vice President William R. Tolbert met us. A noted Baptist leader, he stopped at a small church on the fifty-mile drive into Monrovia. We had a brief prayer session there, sang a hymn, and recited the Twenty-third Psalm.

Liberia’s president, William V. S. Tubman, was also a professing Christian, a Methodist; so it was not too surprising that our Liberian visit was the first ever that was government-sponsored rather than church-sponsored. We were housed in the government’s official guest house, and we were received by the president in the gleaming-white executive mansion. He expressed his hope that his people’s souls would be refreshed through the ministry of our meetings.

Dr. Tolbert accompanied me everywhere, even presiding at our meetings in Monrovia’s Antoinette Tubman Stadium.

My associate Howard Jones had already started the Crusade when we arrived. He and his wife, Wanda, were establishing a home in Monrovia. That would enable him to preach regularly on the powerful new Sudan Interior Mission radio station ELWA in Monrovia and to conduct evangelistic crusades all over Africa. The radio station was located on a beautiful beach; fronting it were some lovely missionary homes and a school for children.

In the week preceding our arrival, Howard preached to large audiences. I preached the final two nights of the Crusade, with many thousands in attendance, resulting in 1,000 inquirers. It was an encouraging start to our African journey.

President Tubman invested me, while in the country, as a Grand Commander of the Humane Order of African Redemption, the nation’s second-highest honor. The title commander was misapplied, I was sure, but the words humane and redemption meant a great deal to me, in view of my pursuit of God’s calling for my life. I knew that Africa could move in any of several directions—Communist, Islamic, animistic, or Christian—and I was there to promote the last.

Words from Cissie Graham http://cissiegrahamlynch.com/


For one thing, I came away with an overwhelming impression that God was at work in Africa and that, with the movement for independence sweeping across the continent, conditions were ripe for an unparalleled spiritual awakening.

At the same time, I also learned firsthand that the struggle for Africa’s soul was not over. I knew that Africa could be plunged into spiritual warfare as well as social chaos, with animistic and tribal ways clashing with everything from Islam to Western consumerism.

At the same time, I left Africa with a prayer of deep gratitude for the faith and sacrifice of those who had gone before us, bringing the light of the Gospel to one of the world’s largest continents. We were only following a trail others had blazed.

Thinking about those trailblazers reminded me again of the prophetic words of David Livingstone, the Scottish missionary to the heart of Africa, which I had read to our Team just before leaving New York: “Future missionaries will see conversions following every sermon. We prepare the way for them. May they not forget the pioneers who worked in the thick gloom with few rays to cheer except such as flow from faith in God’s promise. We work for a glorious future which we are not destined to see.”

When my dad gets up on stage in Monrovia it will be more than fifty years since my grandfather first visited this West-African country. I am sure it is a lot different from when he was there. Times have changed and Liberia has changed, but there is one thing that hasn’t changed, and that is the Gospel of Christ.

Please be praying for my Dad and his team as they prepare for the Liberia Festival in late March.

Thank you for taking time to read about what God has been and will continue to do in Liberia. It's such an incredible blessing to be a part of God's story in West Africa and I'm delighted that you are along for the ride!

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