Early Wednesday morning, a contingent of Evangelical Church leaders joined our group to travel in a convoy of two vehicles out past Karoi to the site of an old mission station, now a scattered ruin of debilitated and destroyed buildings, where a school was begun, a Bible college established, a clinic built … and a church given birth.
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Returning to the mission station site brought back a flood of memories for those of us in our group who had lived there.
This was particularly true for Wilf Strom, a veteran missionary traveling with us, who saw the remains of the house he and his family had lived in and looked for the spot where he and his wife had laid one of their infant children to rest.
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