It seems that we find ourselves in some pretty interesting places on our way to church each Sunday. We go to different wards or branches for our different assignments. It only takes one wrong turn, and you can find yourself stuck for a very long time. As I waited in the truck and Elder Terry went out to scout out the problem, he came back with a very serious look on his face. As he entered the truck he said, "You might as well turn the truck off because we will be stuck here till 7 pm tonight." Mind you it was about 8:30 am. He had found out that we were in the middle of a taxi exchange station and all the vehicles in front of us had no driver, and they just left their vehicles unattended. There are many moments here in Africa that it looks doomed from what you can presently see, but given time things always work out.
The irony of the rest of the day was we thought we found the ward only to have the RS President text me to find out if I was coming. It was at that moment that you discover that the sacrament meeting you are sitting in is miles away from where you should be.....back on the other side of the traffic jam. Another long drive, and you finally arrive. It's days like this on the backroads of patience and laughing that you tell yourself, "It always works out!"