It was still dark when my phone buzzed, lighting up the room. The glow reflected off the mosquito net draped over my bed. For a moment, my jet-lagged mind struggled to place where I was—then I remembered. Kenya. Meetings with my mission board. The message was from my pastor back in Canada, asking if I’d be willing to mentor a young woman preparing for baptism in a few weeks. Maybe it was the stillness of the room, the slower rhythm of life in Africa, or an answer to prayers for renewed...