This past Sunday we went to one of the other 3 Christian churches across the island. Even though it is only about 13 miles away, it took about 45 minutes to get there. One of the past graduates of WISE preaches there. Right as we arrived they quickly asked if we would assist the young boy on the drums by playing the keyboard for worship. Then at the end of the service they asked Brice as the new director to come share about the College. We had been warned anytime you are at a church in the Carribbean, Brice should have a sermon in his pocket. Brice is fine with this...not me. Public speaking terrifies me unless I have had time to prepare something, which is one of the many reasons I am grateful to be married to someone who can speak comfortably at a moment's notice. I had gotten away with not having to share this past year while on furlough at churches since I was usually with the kids. But, after Brice finished sharing...the minister then said, "Now let's have his wife come and share about what she thinks of all this"....so I guess you can say in the Carribbean churches everyone needs to be prepared to share:)
Here is some of their congregation....behind you can see the ocean waves coming in.
Here is the rubble next to their building when part of it got destroyed by tropical storms. For some reason our kids thought it was a playground:)
A few days ago, the neighbors finally butchered their iguana...and they shared a big bowl of it with us. Our kids must be adjusting to the culture as on our way home from church an iguana crossed the road and Beckett said, "Eat him!"