It was a normal morning in the Regan household. My eight-year-old son Daniel looked up from eating his breakfast and said to me, “Dad, why doesn’t Santa go to poor countries?” Those of you who know me well know that I am not often lost for words, but for a while I didn’t know how to answer his question. This had gotten me thinking about some of my friends who live in poorer countries across the world. It got me thinking specifically about my friends in Ghana. The first time I went to Ghana in West Africa was for the dual purpose of serving and learning more about black history….