A few years ago I
flew into the modern airport of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. I had never met Ayele,
the young man who would become my friend and partner over the next couple
weeks, as my guide and assistant in ministry. Though we had written back and
forth many times, we hadn’t worked out our meeting at the airport. I knew he
would greet me as I came out of the terminal, but how would I recognize him? No
worries, he would recognize me—I would stand out as a lone Caucasian among the
noble and handsome Ethiopians!
