We hit the road with N’olins in our sights. This is a power run to the Crescet City without stoping unless someone is bleeding.
We were 45 miles from the city when it hit us. RAIN, serious rain, buckets of rain, cats and dogs rain, Nohah and the ark rain…well almost but it was so hard that we could only see the lights from the vehicle in front of us.
It was time for decisions, leadership, and prayer. Everyone called for the pastor. He has been silent since we left Jackson, MS. Where is Pastor J?
Fear struck the group as we now reached the long bridge–elevated above the storm angered waters. Pastor J was asleep. Could it have been the fried chicken and collards from shoneys?
“well wake him up, doesn’t he care that we are about to hydroplane off the bridge into the gator infested waters below?” cried out the drivers and passengers.
The wise and kind pastor opened his eyes and spoke “press forward my children, don’t stop and don’t be afraid for G_d is with us.”
And then Pastor J prayed a mighty prayer and the vans drove into the clear.
The caravan arrived safely. Our home for the next 7 days is Grace Lutheran Church. Just a few years ago it was under 8 feet of water aong with the entire neighborhood.
The church has been restored by the hands of volunteers from all over the country and by the hand of Mercy of G_d. Our work will consist of some rebuilding not just of structures. But also of the hearts and lives of the many that we will touch.
Pray that our students will hear the voice of G_d clearly, that they will have an authentic encounter with the Living God, and that they will be more like who G_d is calling them to be.
Enjoy the pictures and as for the story about the rain and mighty pastoral prayer…. Well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Tomorrow we will get words from Sadie Banks and Alexandria Knox two returning students from last year’s trip.
