Nineteen-year-old Parker Strong was serving a two-year
mission in Ghana in 2013. He was missing the comforts of home like electricity
and running water, and wondering if this was really where he belonged. Elder Strong
and his companion were teaching in a tiny fishing village just before sunset
when a boy walked by wearing a Jr. Jazz jersey. “That’s cool,” he said, “a
little piece of home in West Africa.” The jersey was a number 0, just like the
one he’d worn in the Jr. Jazz at age 10. He asked the boy if he could take a
look at it, and the boy handed the shirt over. Inside was his own name: Parker
B. Strong. He saw the shirt as a tangible sign “God really does hear you. He
honestly cares and loves you. You may not always feel it at times, but he’s
there. I’ve loved having that knowledge, it’s a happy way to live.”
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