It is Sunday morning. I hear the practice in the church next door, Pastor Ivans church. Yet I hear drums down the street. The drums get closer and as I look out the window, 2 young boys are beating a drum loudly and walking down the street. There are 2 men following after them with a basket and what looks like fruit and veggies. What I learn is that they are drumming to conjure up good spirits and waking to the temple with their offering. The cows of course are roaming around, you can smell smoke in the air. Off in the distance music, I am assuming it’s a Hundu song of sorts, the woman next door yelling at her family, and the beginnings of music coming from the pastors church, which is right in his back yard. It all blends. The church has microphones and speakers so there is no doubt that the music and ministry of the word flows and echos….Its going to be a good day.
Saturday we went to the ocean with Pastor Ivans family. What a wonderful day we had, especially seeing the excitement of the children. The van driver was Hindu. There are so many religions here. You drive down the street and see Hindu temples and right next door there could be a Seventh Day Adventist or a Mormon church. There seems to be a pretty good tolerance for your neighbors choice of religion. What was so interesting was that we sang worship songs nearly all the way. The driver didn’t seem to mind one bit. I had to wonder what he was thinking. I am sure that he was blessed, and in some way ministered to.
I am excited to tell you also, that I was baptized while were at the ocean. It was so lovely to swim in the warm waters. The water here is very brown, from the sand and dirt, but nonetheless I was not about to miss the opportunity to re affirm and confess my believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. Right there at the very beach were India discovered Guyana in the early 1800’s. With Suriname in the background and the warm waters of the Caribbean. It did have its own flair of exotic adventure that I do love so it deemed so appropriate. I love this country. For all its dirt, poverty, garbage, and mosquitoes. It is full of hope for future generations to become set free and reverse the curse, through a living Savior, that is over the Land. The Christians here are strong. They know how to Love Thy Neighbor, regardless of their religions, and their light, and the power that flows through them will eventually shine as a witness to draw in the hurt, the sick, the lost. Keep these loved ones in Guyana in your prayers. You may not know them by name, but God does, and they are so precious in His sight.