Lossa Church
Lisa, Owi and I drove my vehicle off the main road, down a steep embank- ment then crossed over several ditches on the twisting dirt road before we finally started up another bank for the village church’s property. Cresting on a hill we put the vehicle into park and prayed for a moment. It’s was our fourth week at Lossa and we were out on visitation. We disembarked the vehicle and looked out across the vast remoteness and started towards a near by mountain looking for anyone to talk to along the way. Our first group was some masons working on a house. They took a moment from their work and patiently listened as the gospel was presented. We handed them copies of the books of John and Romans then gave them a few tracts to look through along with an invitation to join with us the next day.
Looking forward we moved from hut to hut, house to house, and from field to field witnessing to folks along the way. Our final stop brought us to a collection of houses typically arranged in round shaped groupings. With the advent of White people, the village folk started come out from all over to listen to what we wanted to share with them. It was amazing to see how patient the people are and receptive to the Word of God!
Sunday morning we took the same twisted rock covered road back up to the Church. Our Sunday School hour began at 7:30 and as I looked around I noticed that we had several new visitors with us. Lisa had been preparing and this weekend was her first lesson in a newly formed Children’s program. As the children departed and I was left with the adults I noticed a sweet little elderly lady that we had talked with in that last grouping of houses just the day before. After the service we began to talk (through a translator—French into Kabiye) and I found out that she was a believer but hadn’t found a church yet. It encouraged her to continue coming and to be faithful to the Lord.
The little village work out in Lossa is such a blessing and it’s always a blessing to meet with fellow Christians and to see their hearts. They may be without a lot—in American standards, but they have so much from the Christian perspective.


