Yesterday began with breakfast cereal without milk. We got around that by using water and cremora – problem solved. Well imagine our surprise this morning to find that spaghetti and hotdogs was our breakfast. But we’re fast learning that what might seem a bit strange to us is really quite good. And did I mention that peanut butter and jelly accompanies our breakfast each morning?
Being Sunday we all went to church of course. Although the service was all in French and Creole, we didn’t understand much but could still recognize most of the components. It was a “high church” service with all of the components – choir, familiar hymns, old and New Testament readings and even a baptism. 
Somewhat new to some of us was a tradition on inviting all of those who had birthdays during the month to come forward, be prayed over and receive a special flower. The same recognition was then given to all the visitors – which was us.Sunday was a time of rest and we drove to a beautiful “on the Atlantic” beach for a swim and a walk. Three of the brave among us were taken in a hallowed out canoe to a nearby island. The beauty of the waters rivals anything you might find in Bermuda or the Bahamas.
Sunday evening found us unsuccessfully scanning the channels looking for the Super Bowl. But we’re getting score updates by cell phone.
As I reflect back on these last three days, these are my thoughts:
I came to bring hope, but hope was upon their faces.
I came to bring Jesus, but Jesus was in their hearts.
I came to bring God, but God was amidst their worship.
I came to bring the Holy Spirit, but the Spirit was strong among them.
I came to bless them, and they blessed me.
So what did I bring – I brought love.
A love that fed them. A love that clothed them. A love that embraced them.
A LOVE THAT ONLY GOD COULD SEND. HALLELUIA!
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