"All the strength and force of man comes from his faith in things unseen. He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions."
James Freeman Clarke
Moringa is such a different critter. We are an organism whose viscera is trust and faith in our belief that this is the fuel that drives the engine that roots to an energy with endless power. For these strong, unwavering convictions carve out the sacred ground for great deeds.
Mythology has taught us that man has always believed that help from the universe will come, if you call it by the right name. We summon help in the name of the truth of goodness, reliance of character, and recognition that service is the higest form of spirtual discipline.
James Freeman Clarke
Moringa is such a different critter. We are an organism whose viscera is trust and faith in our belief that this is the fuel that drives the engine that roots to an energy with endless power. For these strong, unwavering convictions carve out the sacred ground for great deeds.
Mythology has taught us that man has always believed that help from the universe will come, if you call it by the right name. We summon help in the name of the truth of goodness, reliance of character, and recognition that service is the higest form of spirtual discipline.
And we have received responses. There are those who have answered our call, have heard our unique voice.
Last week, a truck frighteningly overloaded, left Tema with five pallets of high quality machines lashed to the bed, to make the long journey to Breman Baako.
Somewhere in the Atlantic, a cargo ship is charting it's way to Spain. In the belly of the vessel, is a treasure that will not be unloaded in Spain. But instead, a few weeks later, make port in West Africa. And the food preservation supplies aboard will begin the quiet revolution permitting Africa to feed itself, one village at a time.
Several hundred years ago, ships came to Africa to load slaves to take to other countries. Hopelessness, poverty, misery, and greed were the harvest from the bad seeds these deeds planted. The ships that arrive today bring the gift of hope, the restoration of dignity,the promise of economic growth, a respect for opportunity, and relief from painful circumstances through generosity and good will.
A good seed, and thus, a good harvest.
Thank you for those who helped load these ships. Thank you for those who were courageous enough to captain these ships. And thank you for those who never doubted the ships would arrive.
Last week, a truck frighteningly overloaded, left Tema with five pallets of high quality machines lashed to the bed, to make the long journey to Breman Baako.
Somewhere in the Atlantic, a cargo ship is charting it's way to Spain. In the belly of the vessel, is a treasure that will not be unloaded in Spain. But instead, a few weeks later, make port in West Africa. And the food preservation supplies aboard will begin the quiet revolution permitting Africa to feed itself, one village at a time.
Several hundred years ago, ships came to Africa to load slaves to take to other countries. Hopelessness, poverty, misery, and greed were the harvest from the bad seeds these deeds planted. The ships that arrive today bring the gift of hope, the restoration of dignity,the promise of economic growth, a respect for opportunity, and relief from painful circumstances through generosity and good will.
A good seed, and thus, a good harvest.
Thank you for those who helped load these ships. Thank you for those who were courageous enough to captain these ships. And thank you for those who never doubted the ships would arrive.
Wait till you see what happens next...
Linda Lohr
