"I did not forget Europe-"
- God
I stepped into the elevator of my hotel in Nigeria. At that time I had just gone “all-in” — determined to follow Jesus with my whole life and to go wherever He would send me. For African standards it was a very beautiful hotel. Next to the elevator sat a man — quiet, friendly, loyal. But what he did when no one was looking broke my heart.

The Hotel in Nigeria, Africa
For hours he sat there on a small chair, next to him a table with his open Bible. Whenever someone came by, he immediately jumped up, smiled, pressed a button – and then sat back down to continue reading. What might seem strange to us spoiled Europeans was perhaps a calling for this man, a job no one else wanted, but one he lived for. He gave everything he had for this job. The joy in his eyes could not be overlooked.
When I left the hotel, a wave of different impressions hit me. But one thing stood out above everything else: Jesus Christ. Bible schools, Christian posters, public prayers, churches on every corner – everywhere I went: Jesus was present. You couldn’t go anywhere without being confronted with God in some way.
And in my heart I suddenly felt a longing and began to dream: “This is what I would wish for Europe.” Then suddenly I heard the Spirit of God speak to my heart:
“I have not forgotten Europe.”