The Red and White Basenji
I pulled up in front of the mobile home, in my dark blue Mustang, on a warm spring morning. Martha Hoyle had contacted my office through our web page. She was temporarily homebound and willing to help our ministry in any way possible. I had to admit, some of the work available to home workers was monotonous. We were years beyond stuffing envelopes, but the data entry work offered held very little excitement for those I interviewed. Martha opened the door before I had a chance to knock. She was in her middle sixties, a bit rounded in the middle and the victim of a recent heart attack. Her doctors wanted her to refrain from driving for a while. Thus, her reason to contact my group and offer her services. She asked me to enter without any reservation, which always surprised me. I’m in my early twenties, having left college to go into ministry on a grant. I’m a casual person, jeans, sport shirt and hiking boots. ...