Liz Ortiz

One Sunday in September, I got up early to go with another missionary to visit a small church up on the mountain. The long drive over rough dirt roads caused me to become very car sick, but as soon as I saw the little bamboo structure and the people's smiling faces, I knew that the drive had been worth it. It's normal in Togo for new visitors to stand up and introduce themselves during the church service, but this church did things little differently. After I had stood up and