Its Sunday morning and I’m
awoken by the sound of pouring rain on the rooftop. Yep its been raining all
night and now the streets now resemble more of a river than a road. Once
breakfast is downed the rain subsides enough to get on the moto and ride over
to the dorm for worship service. Sis Rosie’s on the back, Sis Loys in the
middle and I’m riding, should’ve been driving a boat, knee high water in some
places but still we keep wading our way through the flood as motos drop like
flies to the side of the road overcome by the water. We reach the dorm and the
situation is not much better there, ankle deep water covers the courtyard.
Despite this, all of us are very happy, it seem as nothing can dampen our
spirits as we sit down for the worship service. Just as we are going to start
the rain comes down again and is deafening on the tin roof, we cant even hear
what the person sitting next to us is saying, so what do we do, we get up and
sing praises to our heavenly father for 15 mins until the rain stops and we can
commence. It’s a lively service and we are all exhorted well by bro Him. At the
end of our service, my feet now resembling more of a wrinkled prune than feet
we all jump back onto the moto and forge our way back home. What an interesting
but awesome experience had by all and a good example that a small obstacle
shouldn’t stop us from worshiping our father remembering his son as he has
asked us too.
Tim
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