Small villages dot the jungle at night you can see the lights glowing from those villages. The Spirit is just ** there** - you can almost reach out and hold God's hand, it feels that real.įrom the home atop Fount Hill, one can look out any direction across wide valleys and over to the next mountainsides. Never have I felt or seen or experienced the Holy Spirit any deeper than at Logba Tota. That realization that God is amazing and beautiful and mighty and glorious - and deserves all praise and honor - is part of what makes Logba such a special place. I was reminded of another sunset, another time, in which the power of the Holy Spirit was present in so much beauty that we were all amazed by the glory, and we fell to worshipping God spontaneously. Much of the view of Lake Volta in the far distance was obscured now, but I managed to walk between the trees and peek through the leaves in time to see the sun glinting gold on the water at the very edge of the horizon. once my friend Barb and I even spent the night out on that porch, just communing with God in the night air, listening to the night sounds of the rainforest jungle.Īs it is with all growing things, small trees had become larger ones. Many times I've sat on that porch, laughing and talking with friends, getting my hair braided, sharing confidences with a girlfriend or two. It's wide tiled porch wrapped around the front and one side the tiles always felt cool and welcoming. Twirling around in the yard with my arms spread wide, I just wanted to hug the place to my heart! I jumped out of the van, eager to relive old memories and make new ones.
#Dark moonlight mountain top driver
The driver put the van in park, I'm sure the engine was grateful for a rest! We made one final hairpin turn and began climbing the drive to Fount Hill, the home of Chief Togbe Takyi VI that is used as a mission house in Logba. My ears popped as we drove even higher, the engine of the van whining in earnest, catching another gear as the road became steeper. We passed thickets of bamboo, groves of cocoa trees with bean pods hanging heavy, and the bases of huge silk cotton trees - and as we climbed higher and higher, we'd encounter the tops of those same silk cotton trees. The road twisted and turned as we snaked up the side of that mountain. It's my favorite place - for many reasons. We were at the base of a mountain we were heading up the mountain to the "upstairs" village! I've since been back to Logba nearly every time I've gone to Ghana. I thought we'd arrived - only to discover that we were only "downstairs" from our destination.
We drove several hours from the coastal city of Tema, passed over the bridge at the Akosambo Dam, and eventually arrived in a small village. I first visited Logba in 2001, during my first visit to Ghana. The church building is near the top of the hill, just left of center. The view of "upstairs Logba" from Fount Hill. Of all the places I've trod upon this earth, Logba Tota is the one that I equate with peace. The very name of the place makes my heart feel calm.
0 kommentar(er)
