It is getting that time. The time for last words. Although in reality, they may not be my last words to the Atitogon cluster of churches that I gave two Sundays ago, still it had that feeling to it, with only two months left in Togo.
I was really frustrated. They could hardly remember what we had all studied together the previous month when we had gathered. It seemed one of those moments when futility is pondered and methods are questioned.
What does it all boil down to? I asked myself what message would I give if it were my last one for them to hear? What message would be simple enough, yet strong enough, to endure the mundane of tomorrow as well as shine in the dark moments of confusion?
God led me to John 13:33-35. “My children, I will be with you only a little longer. You will look for me, and just as I told the Jews, so I tell you now: Where I am going, you cannot come. A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
No explanation was needed. No stories to give it extra merit were called for. We just listened, learned, and promised to obey.




