After a long day we arrived at the mission just before sun down and just ahead of a very refreshing rain. From the time we stepped off the plain in Port au Prince till we arrived at the mission is was one adventure after the other. I have always thought that my wife had a interesting driving style but it is nothing like I witnessed in Pot au Prince. The rules of the road is that there is no rules. We rode in back of a pick-up truck with cattle rails on it and to say the least it rode nothing like my father-in-law's Caddy.
After dinner 5 of us took a walk to the place that is tenderly called the cross. It is a 30 ft. tall concrete cross that is standing on the highest point in the mission and it is painted with florecent paint so at night it glows for the whole community to see. It sure was a beautiful sight from the cross. As we stood there in the darkness with only the lighting from the passing storm to light the sky, we could hear in the distance the chants and screams of voodoo worship. While we were standing on that peaceful rock it was made evident to me that no matter how close to the cross of Christ I may get, there is always going to be wickedness off in the distance, and that thought just about broke my heart. But then I remembered as long as I stay close to the cross the wicked world can't harm me. And that thought my my heart and soul sing for joy. May God bless us this week as we labor for his Kingdom.
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