Pastor Jefferson M. Williams and I met when he brought a gang of teenagers down to Mexico in 2008 on a week long mission trip. We discovered then that we shared a love for God, kids, serving Jesus, and a sense of humor that few people think should be legal.
Only God could plan on us being 15 minutes from each other with a couple of hours available to sit and share some ice cream, some deep conversation and genuine laughter, and neither of us started the day having any idea we would have this time together having not even talked to each other in-person or on the phone since June 2010. #anotherprovidentialappointment
We look forward to meeting up again sometime in the coming months to share in ministry. As he would say, “Aslan is on the move…and it’s time to unstrap the concealed iguanas.” (an inside joke)
Bless you Jeff and Maxine Micki Deacon Williams. Looking forward to seeing you again when we figure out our schedule after our trip West.
(Apparently, Jeff sometimes has trouble taking selfies just like I do. This phtographic activity probably shouldn’t be considered an entertaining event, but that’s how we roll.)