On a cool winter evening as I was driving in the Windy City, I passed by and saw that a new church was opening not far from where my daughter and her husband lived on the Northside.  I could see a few people in the church cleaning and I promised that I would stop by and introduce myself.  Well, I did just that!  The next Sunday I stepped in to enjoy the service and to my amazement the Pastor insisted that I bring the Message for that day.  Like my sons in Nigeria, he was adamant that “mum” speak to the people, he believed that God had sent me and he wasn’t going to let me leave without ministering.  That was the beginning of a wonderful friendship with my new sons and daughters at Christ Gospel Mission International and the pastor and some of the congregations were from Nigeria!  It brought such joy to my heart to be with them on those few Sunday’s when I had the opportunity to go and visit, and each time they welcomed me with open hearts.  They reminded me so much of my visit to Africa, the intensified prayers. . .  believe me if you don’t know how to pray, all you need to do is attend a true African Church, for prayer is the foundation of their ministry, the ministers tell the people what and how to pray to God and they do it together out loud so the devil can hear them bombard heaven with their petitions!