Paintball Day III
April 9, 2005 by Zack Reynolds
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We have a large audience of friends and relatives.
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Skylar gets help putting on a bandana.
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Three players crouch behind a barricade waiting for an attack.
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The player with the clear plastic shield is the Ambassador and the goal is to get him or her to the bridge before the terrorists can hit the Ambassador.
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The Ambassador moves forward with an armed guard.
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Zack demonstrates how he was hit.
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Lots of good food afterwards.
Let My People Die, by Zack Reynolds
I suppose you might think that the title of this trip report [definition: a story disguised as a work of art in the format of a school report] is slightly melodramatic, but to others, it would seem fitting.
The first game we played was a simple, easy game of “Terrorist.” A box, containing “explosives,” was set on a bridge, and terrorists set to guard it. Then the bomb disarming squad rushed to the scene.
The terrorists spread out upon the bomb crew arriving, so I, along with other members of the bomb squad, took off after a terrorist, who happened to be recognized as Nathaniel. I was chasing Nathaniel down when he got behind some brush and hit me in the leg.
Our bomb squad was successful, however, though we did sustain some casualties (including myself). One of our team was killed by a rigged bomb implanted in the explosive box. Fortunately, it did not set off the explosives prematurely.
So that was the first game. Then we played “President.” The idea was that some sucker was supposed to be the president, get some bodyguards, march down the street, and then some nice guys with paintball guns will decide to break up the parade. I was one of the nice guys.
What was rather disturbing to my sense of justice was the number of bodyguards the president got (about 15 or so, and 6 people on our team). You could have got the impression that he (but in that case, it was a she) was a king. A paranoid queen, however. She had a bullet-deflecting shield.
Our team made me the “point man.” Whether I was a pointed man, or just a man with a point was beyond my comprehension. I always thought “pointless man” was more to the point. So anyway, I was hiding behind a log, shaking with fear, while the queen—I mean president—came stalking along the road, guns bristling. Dewayne Fender had the privilege of leading the parade. When he searched a suspicious house for suspicious people, I remained frozen behind the log, my head protruding up like a Jack-in-the-box does when you can’t fit him back in, but close the lid anyway.
Well, they continued to advance, and pretty soon they had spotted Jack. I mean Zack. Actually, I mean me. I wasn’t visibly armed, so they thought I was a civilian (at least they were supposed to assume I was). Dewayne had the lucky job of walking past me. When he started to pass me (about twenty feet to my right), Hans and I opened fire on him. One of us hit him. Hans claims he did, and I don’t know who did, so I’ll attribute it to Hans.
Then we turned to the crowd of bodyguards and let them have it. They dropped right and left. Hans got shot sometime during this period. Eventually it dropped down to about five or six people in front of me, with me being the only one holding them back. It was cool in a way, but it was also a bit dangerous. Every time I peered out, balls whizzed around my head.
When they were all hunched down after a burst from me, I got up and ran to a tree about twenty feet away. From there I continued to shoot at them. After a bit, I ran back to my log/brush pile, and was trailed by paintballs. They started crawling forward, so I ran back to the tree and began firing again. I believe I hit another person at this time. Then I ran out of balls. As I was making sure I was out of balls, I was hit by three balls.
Once I was out, it was down to four of them versus one on our team. Not really a fight.
I think we broke up for lunch then. After lunch Hans brought out his scenario game. I “was” Duke of Chisum, under King Richard, along with some other people. The other team was under King Wolfgang.
Hans set it up so that each fort was worth so many points, and whichever team had the most points at the end of the game won. Every ten minutes, the dead people would rejuvenate and come in as reinforcements. The entire game was sixty minutes long.
If I were to relate everything that happened during this game, I would run out of breath. Instead, I will relate the major things that occurred (in my limited viewpoint).
At the very beginning of the game, Adam and I (who were, most unfortunately, on different teams) raced for a centralized fort (for those of you who are familiar with the Fender’s setup, it was Christopher Robin’s). We reached opposite sides of the fort at the same time, and glanced at each other from behind our respective corners. Adam ducked back, so I went around the corner and jumped in the door. I got one look around before Adam put his barrel through a hole and shot, and got me in the collarbone from about—oh, say—five feet away.
I was the only one of our team that far up, so Adam got in the fort, followed by Joe. Meanwhile, I had to go out and clean up and get ready to go back in.
At numerous times later in the game, we tried to take the fort back from Adam and Joe, but failed.
Later in the game, I went over towards Woosel’s, and worked my way closer to it from tire pile to tire pile. I actually crawled right in front of the fort to shoot at someone in another fort, because the person in Woosel’s couldn’t try to shoot me without being exposed to my fire. I ended up working my way too far forward, and I got flanked.
After Hans’ scenario game (in which our team lost, by the way), we played some more games. I can’t remember what, though—dash t’all, I always thought forgetfulness was a sign of age.
We did play a game where about five or six people took a fort, and held it against the rest of us. The outcome was somewhat unresolved, however, as we had not determined whether the fort defenders could leave the fort or not. You see, Hans left the fort when I was trying to talk to Joe, and so when I looked back at the fort, he had just shot at me from outside the fort. I was hit, most adroitly, in the shoulder (and which Hans announced with a shout, as if I didn’t know). Then he moved up and shot another guy and Joe.
Eventually, we ate supper. I know some of us were talking about the book, the movie, and the cartoon movie of Alice in Wonderland. Comments like “There’s nothing like hay when you feel faint” were tossed around for a bit. And of course, there’s nothing like paintball to stimulate the imagination.
After supper, somebody mentioned dancing, and in due time, we had an area cleared, and a sound system with a PA set up (translation: CD player and a loud voice). The dance of the moment would swing from the Virginia Reel to swing, and then it would swing back to swing again.
Besides the fact that I generally swing by myself (preferably with a comfortable hammock), and that I was born in South Carolina, I enjoyed myself. Actually, let me clarify myself. I’ve listened to swing music, and swung (generally, however, the music is in my Walkman, and I’m dancing from toe to toe on the gravel while I’m waiting for the cow water to fill up), and I’ve done the Virginia Reel in my sleep. I don’t know, however, whether I sleep dance or dance sleep. It can all be rather confusing, especially when I’m asleep.
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We practice the Virginia Real after dinner.
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After we finished dancing, we played hide and seek (no, that’s not a new form of dancing—it’s a game: think back to your childhood).
And after hide and seek in the dark, people started leaving. We were staying with the Bluedorns, so we headed off to their place, where some of us began to take showers. Fortunately, I had not got much paint on me, so after a bit of wiping I was pretty much clean, so I went to bed after a bit.
The next morning, after everyone slowly groaned and yawned their way to the world of light, and after some necessary nutritional and energy deficiencies were corrected, Adam and Jason began stringing up some rope in the barn for rappelling. After we all had a turn or two at sliding down the rope, encumbered by a harness and other extraneous equipment, it was time for church, so I just grabbed the rope and slid down.
I got down without much trouble (I’ve done that sort of thing quite a few times), but I did discover that the rope used for rappelling was not particularly suited for hand descending, as it was a little slick. But, hey, all I got was a little rope burn on my arm—nothin’ this ol’ boy ain’t used to.
After church (during which an animated discussion of communion was held), we had lunch, and then some people went out and did some more fancy rope stuff, while others talked. Pretty soon, though, we had to leave, as it would be a nice drive of about seven or eight hours to get back home.
I believe it was in Emma (Jane Austen) that one of the characters said, “Saying goodbye to family does not disturb me, because I know them already. Saying goodbye to someone I’m just getting to know saddens me, because I may never meet them again.”
While I don’t agree entirely with that statement, I always feel somewhat sad when we say goodbye to friends who live far away. The only comfort, really, is to say, “See you next time!”
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asdCave Crickets II
January 22, 2005 by Mary Reynolds
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. This adventure was one of the best yet, but there were some scary times and close calls.
January 22, 2005. The drive to the cave was on Missouri-style roads. Temperature: 50 ° F. The cave entrance was a fairly large one, at the base of a hill, and right in the backyard of a rural resident. There was a lot of breakdown in the entrance. A main passage led off on the left, and various smaller passages were discovered below the breakdown, and on the right. The initial groups were: Hans (leader), Leon, Jason, Ryan, Joe, John; Adam (leader), Nathaniel, Johannah, Helena, Jill, and yours truly.
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The entrance to Wells Cave.
Into the cave. Both groups traveled down the main passage, and took one of the three passages inside. The Bluedorns wished to show us the crickets which had inspired the cave’s nickname. The little cute creatures were soon discovered. Emotions to the crickets were mixed among the humans. A crawfish was also discovered, measuring approx. 5 inches. Bats were scattered about on the ceilings and walls.
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Mr. Crawdad
I can’t remember. We went down various passages, and honestly yours has no recollection of anything in particular, excepting finding a stream, and getting her flashlight batteries dirty.
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Consulting the map
Lunchtime. Then my group headed back to the front entrance, meeting the other group there. It was decided to follow Leon, who had disappeared down some hole in the breakdown. The Bluedorns had been down this passage on their previous expedition. Eventually, everyone got down various holes and met at the bottom. The groups split up again and ventured forth.
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Lunch back at the entrance
The Waterfall. Both groups had as their destination a waterfall, which the Bluedorns had enjoyed on their previous excursion. There were many canyons and elevation changes. Finally, the waterfall was discovered once again, but, unfortunately, its size had been diminished. Now passages around the waterfall were sounded, but they all doubled back.
The Ladder. All but Jason, Helena, Jill, and yours ventured up the ladder. And so while the rest carried on the task of ventures and explorations, these four paused for a breather. About half the time was dark, during which yours truly discovered yours truly’s fluorescent gives off light when off. The four waited for a while, about 45 minutes so yours truly thinks, before they decided they would make another venture on their own, the purpose being mainly for warming up. But before this group traveled very far, some of the other group returned. Leon and John joined the group of four, while Joe and Adam retrieved some gear and returned to their group.
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The ledge to the upper section
Muddy Ouch. Our group ventured down many passages. The first kept going and going. Unfortunately, it kept going in the hands and knees style. First the ground was solid rock, then gravel, then gravel and water [side spectacle – waterfall bigger than the other], then water and mud. Leon kept going on, and I followed him at a distance to keep communication going. The water got deeper and deeper. I occasionally would hear a splash, and reasoned thus to myself – ‘ahh, Leon knows how to swim’, but then I won’t hear anything more, ‘yeah, but not if he got knocked out..,’—- “Leeoonnnn??” “Yeah.”
And Back Again. We turned around after Leon figured it didn’t go anywhere. Our knees hurt after that. More passages were sounded, then we headed back out to the entrance. We got back out and ventured in a passage on the far right of the entrance, which John had discovered before. When we were down in a little ways, though, orange tape was discovered [ this had been found before at the bat room ], so we figured we better turn around again.
Leon’s Hole. Then we went back down the main passage and down the passage we had been before, as there was a hole in the breakdown down there which Leon wished to explore, but his group wouldn’t let him… [lunchtime, I think] So we got there, and Leon popped in, then John, then I, but no one else, as Jason was going “that doesn’t look very safe”… The breakdown partially covered the hole, and one particularly large slab overhung the hole, supported by slightly unsecure medium-sized rocks. Anyway, so I slide through and jump down, then wait while Leon starts to explore. After a bit, we hear, “Uhh, I think we better turn back; I just scared a bat”. The scaring was mutual. The passage wasn’t all that big, and all of a sudden, a bat had started screeching and flapping at the back of Leon’s neck. He froze until it finally calmed down, then came back. Okay, time to hop back out.
For a pot of honey. There’s this one episode of Winnie the Pooh. He visits Rabbit’s house, for the sole purpose of some honey. Well, Pooh “ate and ate and Ate and ATE” and when he had finished eating, he turned to Rabbit and said, “Goodbye, Rabbit. I must be going now.” “Well, all right, if you won’t have any more.” “IS there any more?” “No [sigh], there isn’t.” “Thought not.” And so he starts so go through the dirt hole door. He pulled with his front paws, and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was out in the open again… and then his ears… and then his front paws… and then his shoulders… and then—- “Oh help! I better go back.” … “Oh, bother! I shall have to go on.” … “I can’t do either! Oh, help and bother!” [Rabbit:] “It all comes of eating too much.” [Pooh:] “It all comes of not having front doors big enough.” And so Pooh was laughed at—[Owl:] “Hullo, are you stuck?” [Pooh:] “Noo. Just resting and thinking and humming to myself.” [hums] [Owl:]A wedged bear in a great tightness, in a word, immoveable” … and sympathized with—“Honeysuckles!” [Kanga:] “Oh, no, you don’t eat them, you smell them!” [Pooh sneezes], all while Christopher Robin’s advice was followed.—“Well, Pooh Bear, you’re just going to have to wait until you get thin again.” “Oh, dear, how long is that going to take?” [Eeyore:] “Days, Weeks, Months, who knows…”
Who, me? This story was going through my mind, as I got stuck. Fortunately, I had forgot all about the part where he has to wait… As I was popping back up through my own hole (this was a vertical hole], I was told not to use the rocks on my right, as they were getting very loose. [I was told later that they had moved when we got down, making the hole smaller.] So I tried to twist around so I could use the ones on my left. There were no rocks for my feet and the ones my knees were trying to grab were slightly muddy. I was stuck. But it wasn’t my stomach, though, it was bone, so waiting to get thin again won’t have helped anyway. The ones on top tried pulling, but that didn’t help, neither did pushing from the bottom, because if I was just pulled or pushed out, all the rocks would be shoved around. And then, as I was trying to twist around, a rock fell down. Oh, no! “Are you alright?” to Leon and John down below. A pause. Leon asks, “Are you alright?” John answers, “Yeah, it’s just my hand.” “Is it broken?” [meanwhile, I’m going oh, no, oh, no] “No, just a scratch.” Finally I was able to twist enough. I think that rock shifted everything around slightly. And then pop! Up I came. John followed, and then Leon went through the hole from which the rock had fallen. “Wow! That hole’s a lot easier!” “Yeah, that hole just got there!” And then we all watched John as he bandaged his hand. “You don’t have to look at it.” “But this is our first real accident.” [thankfully, it wasn’t worse!] “We’ll have to interview you and post it on the web.”
Crickets. After this harrowing adventure, we came back out of that passage, and explored the rest of the main passage. One passage had a lot of crickets on the ceiling, which unnerved Helena, so she stayed back with Jason, as the rest of us crawled into a hole with crickets all over the wall and ceiling [not as bad, though, as another passage Leon went in, where he got covered with them]. We didn’t want to do more crawling, but the first one ( Leon again?) said the crawling was very short, as indeed it was. And so we went down passages, and then met up with Joe and Nathaniel. After comparing where we were and how we got there, we followed them out to the main passage another way, and joined up with everyone else. Then stories started flying. It was time to head out, so back we plodded.
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The keyhole passge
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Snowing outside
A wonderful time was had by all. Thanks, guys, for one of the best times yet! Thanks, Nathaniel and Johannah for planning and taking care of everything. Thanks, Leon, for planning everything else and holding doors open. Thanks, Hans, for enduring the girls. Thanks, Adam, for cleaning my batteries. Thanks, Jason, for the advice I should’ve took. [Mary’s 2 nd caving lesson – take Jason’s advice before following Leon]. Thanks, John, for smiling and not making me feel so bad when that rock hurt you. Thanks, Jill and Helena for helping, too, with the stuck up bear. Thanks, bro, for driving most of the way.
‘Til next time! (can’t wait)
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asdKelli Climbs Volcano
November 15, 2004 by Kelli Hedding
I have been so blessed! I had the greatest day on Monday. It is so crazy to think that this little girl from central Illinois was standing were I was standing on Monday. Ok, maybe I am a little dramatic, but it feels almost like a dream now and I will treasure this experience forever.
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Mount Soufriere, St. Vincent, Caribbean
I had been trying to organize a trip to the volcano in St. Vincent. The previous Monday I had been talking to a guy from the Philippines and a guy from Indonesia about volcanoes and I told them how I really wanted to see a volcano. I didn’t know then that there would be one in St. Vincent. I was now in St. Vincent and the base of the volcano was an hour’s drive away. I tried to organize a trip but I couldn’t. I just didn’t know how. So I prayed about it and really left it completely in the Lord’s hands. I kept mentioning my desire every chance I got in hopes of finding someone who was going or could give me some advice on how to get there. I mentioned it one evening and found out that a group was going. I got really excited and asked if I could join them. The guy said no, that the group was already larger than they wanted. I told him that if anyone dropped out to let me know. He didn’t really sound like he wanted me to come so I kind of gave up then and there. (He was a German and sometimes I think he is a little prejudiced against Americans.) The next day, Sunday, I went on a ministry team and when I came back one of the guys from the group going to the volcano told me that there was a possible opening for me. Then I didn’t hear anything more about it for the rest of the day.
I went to bed at 10:00 expecting to get up and go to the beach on the outing organized for the whole ship’s company. I was awakened at 10:30 by my roommate telling me, “6:30”. I was slightly annoyed and asked, “what about 6:30”. “That’s when you’re supposed to meet for the volcano tomorrow.”
Hallelujah! I was so excited, I had trouble sleeping after that. I fell asleep praying God’s blessing on the trip. I woke up at 4:00 excited to go; too excited to sleep anymore. I tried because I knew I would need my rest. It didn’t happen. I had too much adrenaline and that adrenaline carried me through the day.
It was the craziest trip. It was like something you’d see on adventure TV shows to exotic places that normal people will never visit.
The morning started out with Vincent ( Germany) stumbling into the dining room after having thrown up. We have been taking hookworm tablets (some people on board were diagnosed with hookworms so we all had to take tablets in case more of us were infected) and many people are getting sick from them and having trouble sleeping. Vinnie came anyway despite feeling quite sick.
The bus rid was wonderful! (For me anyway) Imagine driving on the roads in the mountains or in Missouri at breakneck speeds in a van crammed full of people with the windows down and the horn honking at every curve to warn oncoming traffic because the road is barely wide enough for two cars to pass. It was as much fun as a rollercoaster. It was a beautiful ride!
Every ridge we drove around provided another gorgeous view of the valley and the village spread out bellow. Many of the houses weren’t much more than shacks. I almost felt like we were driving through tropical Indian villages or frontier towns. It was like a tropical Bisbee, AZ.
We arrived at the beginning of our hike and I learned that not everyone enjoyed the drive as well as me. Everyone was car sick except me. Vinnie threw up again. We set off on our hike. We walked to a little shack that sold drinks and the others bought cokes. I asked for a bathroom. The bathroom was an outhouse behind the shack with a little wooden toilet. As I was inside I heard a snorting and when I came out found a pig scratching his back on a palm tree behind the outhouse.
We walked to a beach of black sand. There were half dressed people running around carrying loads of rocks and carrying machetes and spears in front of tents. I am not making it up. It was the craziest thing. One of the half-dressed men used his spear to get us some passion fruit and golden apples. (Not what we know as apples. These you had to crack open on a rock if they weren’t ripe.) Another man explained how the spears are used in hunting animals. They showed us the trail up the mountain and we set out. The trail was a fairly deep gorge through black rock with tropical greenery spilling over the edge. We climbed out of the gorge and onto a trail eventually. The hike was beautiful. I felt like an early explorer or like one of those guys on Ring of Fire.
We hiked over many ridges. We could not see the top of the volcano. It was blanketed by a large gray cloud.
We stopped several times to rest. Vincent was really not feeling well. I did not feel tired at all. It felt like something was propelling my every step. I felt like I was flying. I WAS having trouble keeping my balance because I was so used to being on the ship and it has really been rocking in our berth (some have gotten seasick).
On the hike, we met several marijuana growers living off in the jungle in little cabins tucked off in clearings off the trail and across the valleys. They asked us if we smoke.
We began to worry about the time. The group was made up of Sonja ( Germany), Elizabeth ( Switzerland), Chung Eun (S. Korea), Anina (S. AFrica), Sam ( Germany) and Vincent ( Germany). The girls wanted to try and be back by 5:00 so they set a time were they were going to turn around. Vinnie and Sam and I wanted to make it. I was willing to do whatever. After all God was the one who had worked it out for me to be there and I knew I had no say in how far he would take me. We eventually decided to split up into a fast group and a slow group. I suppose you can guess what group I ended up in. It was me and the two German guys. Even though Vinnie was feeling horrible he still was determined. I don’t know why he wanted so badly to go back to that crater (he had been there before, just a few months ago) but it seemed really important to him.
I can’t remember the number of times we stopped and considered turning back. The guys were exhausted and we were almost out of water. I was out of water and was very thirsty. (No, Leon and Lucas, I didn’t learn from Gray’s and Torrey’s, but I have learned now) It was very hot. All of us had wet clothing from sweat including me. There was not a dry spot on my shirt anywhere. It all came from sweat. The sun was shining brightly and cheerfully.
Several times the guys wanted to give up but we all had this drive within us. Several times Vinnie threw himself down and said he couldn’t go any further. Sam and I convinced him to keep going.
The sun became blotted out. We were now in the gray cloud that blanketed the mountains. We still didn’t know where the top was and how close we were. Both boys threw themselves down this time and considered giving up. They prayed for wisdom and asked God to provide us with water. We decided to go just a little further. We came over the next ridge and there was the crater.
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Soufriere crater
It was a beautiful sight. A deep bowl blanketed in soft green. The far side rose in green terraces higher than where we stood. In the center of the bowl was a huge mound. There was cloud of steam rising out of one side and small wisps of steam came from various other places. It also was covered lightly in green.
We made our way along the ridge and around the crater. We planned to go down the other (East) side. As we walked around the crater, I saw that through a hole in the clouds the sun was shining into the crater and there was a fragment of a rainbow hanging above the small lake that rests on one side of the crater. It was very peaceful. A very peaceful mountaintop experience. We came around to the other side of the crater and ran into some American tourist and their tour guide. They had some extra water bottles and gave them to us along with some fruit. God even provided for fools who trust in him.
We headed down the mountain at a pretty good clip. All three of us were rejuvenated. Vinnie no longer seemed tired or sick. We hiked down a lava flow. It began to pour down rain on us and rained the entire trip down. That did not matter to us. It didn’t make us much wetter than we already were.
Finally, we made it to the road and the end of the trail. It was much faster coming down and the East side was a shorter hike. We sat in a shelter and talked and rested for a while. My feet were killing me. Soon we headed off down the road toward town. We walked past banana plantations. I asked the guys about their feeling toward Americans because I had been bothered by some of their comments in the past. So we talked a little about politics.
I think they were pleased, though, when they found out how much German I have in me. Vinnie started claiming me as a German. The Germans seem to have this idea that Germans are crude. As we walked along the road, Vinnie let out a good burp. Sam, who was at least trying to have good manners for me, told him to behave. Vinnie said, “That’s all right. We’re all German.”
God was not done blessing us yet. The road came down overlooking the ocean where we got a view of a brilliant sunset over the crashing ocean waves. The waves were especially large that night. I told the guys that I had come to the conclusion that God was going all out to bless us this day. They agreed.
We crossed a roaring river where one man stood near the edge covered in soapsuds. In the dimming sunlight, another gave us instructions on how to catch a van to town. We were a little uncertain whether we would be able to get one but we weren’t worried. God would provide and he did. (We had been concerned all day about how to get back to the ship and even called the ship from the top of the volcano on the tour guide’s cell phone to see if they could send us a van to pick us up. That is a once in a lifetime experience: calling a ship from the top of a volcano.)
So we crammed into a van and rested on the long hour trip back to the ship. My knees were jammed into the seat in front of me; Sam was crammed in next to me and between him and Vinnie another passenger crammed himself in.
Vinnie, who really doesn’t talk much, got excited and asked the man, “You’re a pastor aren’t you?” It turned out that when Vinnie was in St. Vincent a few months earlier he had been on a church team to this guy’s church. It was amazing that Vinnie recognized him. Especially in the dark. It was bizarre.
We arrived back at the ship extremely tired but feeling abundantly blessed and loved by God. We all three had a story to tell about God’s providing for each of us in different ways. It was a sweet trip.
I will send another email about what is going on in my life soon with more information about some of the ministry I have been involved in and more about my job and various adventures. It’s beddy-bye time now.
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