Compassion!

We’ve been through Jennifer’s journey of compassion for a poor family. As this comes to an end, let’s hope the executives are as compassionate to her… It was late afternoon, and she was on her way to Heartbeat Temple for the follow-up meeting. She had spent the earlier part of the afternoon going to see […]

As soon as she opened the door to her house, the first thing Jennifer did was to rush to the bedroom to check on her phone. The screen was dimmer than usual, indicating the battery was dangerously low. 1%, to be exact. It also revealed 34 missed calls. Majority of which were coming from church

It was about 6:00 am when Jennifer stirred. Lifting herself from the bench in the reception, she felt a bit stiff in some parts of her body. Consequences of not waking up in her comfortable bed back home. She stared around. Nurses were bustling around, busy as ever. A few patients were seated around her,

Jennifer opened her eyes. The sights of nurses walking around and people sitting around was what greeted them. Momentarily confused, she looked around in surprise. What am I doing here? Then she noticed the two little ones asleep on her lap, and she remembered and nodded her head. Oh yeah! How could I forget? I’m

Welcome, dear reader! This is the fourth story of the Original M & D Series. I have some fond memories of this, because it was inspired by a sermon Rev. Steve Mensah once preached on the birthday of Archbishop Duncan-Williams many years ago. I hope you enjoy this! It was five-thirty on a Friday afternoon.