In 1993 on the way home from a construction missions trip, my husband sat beside a businessman.
“You are with this large team?” he asked.
Richard explained that he and the men had just left Jamaica and had built their third church in the rural regions for struggling pastors and their congregations. The man began to cry, which shocked Richard. He explained that he had fled from Cuba to the U.S. and that as a believer his people longed for a church, for a move of God.
“Please build a church in Cuba,” he said.
At that time you couldn’t go in to Cuba for any reason, and Richard and the man discussed that. As they parted ways later, the man said one more time. “It might not be now, but please. I beg you. Build a church in Cuba.”
My husband came home broken, with a burden for Cuba. [Read more…]