As we set up the sound equipment, I noticed a few gray clouds in the north. Rain doesn’t come from the north, so I thought nothing of it. After an hour or so of worship, a young man came by with a plastic sack and said, “We better be ready. The weather is changing.”
As the service leader made arrangements for the main speaker to begin, rain! The crowd scattered. Before I knew what was happening, plastic appeared on every piece of equipment…the speakers were covered. The board and amplifier were covered. The keyboard was covered. I did practically nothing.
I am surrounded by people who understand me and protect me…and my stuff. They are appreciative of it. One young girl ran down the street and borrowed a plastic tablecloth from someone so that my stuff would be dry. They did it all on their own.
It was dark. There was confusion. People were everywhere. As I stood and listened to a speaker try to do an abbreviated message with no sound system, I thought about my situation. When I first arrived in Pasbwadòm, I probably would have been suspicious that some piece of equipment would disappear in the darkened confusion. Not only did the thought of losing something to theft not enter my mind, but I was touched by the things so many people did to protect my equipment. I am blessed to be a part of this community that we call Pasbwadòm.
Missionary in Haiti.