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When my feet lighted on the
Caribbean soil, the sea breeze
instantly wafted to my nose.
Humid air hung all around the
island, so much so that I felt I
could reach out and grab some as
a souvenir. The black sky was
dense, contrasting the lighted
airport terminal that we were
walking towards. The Turks and
Caicos island would be an
experience that our family would
not soon forget.
ages were streaming out of the
hallways, eager to hear the
message preached that afternoon.
Later that day, we visited a small
Filipino mission tucked in the
islands, located in the upper level
of a shopping complex. God is
doing great things there.
That night, we entered into the
tent once more to minister to the
people about the Gospel of Jesus
Christ. I played the piano that early morning tour of the North
Island. After enjoying a bumpy
boat ride over to the north side,
we crammed into two vans and
began to drive around the island.
Aside from the rickety ride that we
experienced the entire tour, we all
had a great time. The water there
is as clear as crystal and sports a
stunning blue shade that is
beyond compare. In-between
sights that our tour guides
stopped at to show to us, we saw
that greenery had grown
immensely on both sides of the
paved road we drove on. During
the tour, we also learned that
another church work was being
started there. That made us very
excited, and all the more eager to
come back again sometime.
night, accompanying my mother
who played the saxophone. Then
my father stepped up to preach
During altar call, several people
responded, and one man desired
to be baptized. It really showed
me that even in a tent, God can
have a great move occur. After one last service in the big top
tent, we said our goodbyes and
headed back to the cabin, knowing
that in a few short hours we would
be up again and hitting the road.
As we drove back, I couldn?t help
but reflect on the amazing time
that we had on the island. The
people that I met and the
experiences that I had were better
gifts than any souvenir I could
wish for. My only wish is that
someday, I?ll get to go back.
9
Day 1:
Our family was situated into a
small, cabin house, located in a
lush resort on the touristy island.
The first morning, we met the
pastor of the small church there.
He kindly paid for our breakfast of
eggs, grits, and bacon (which is a
famous combination around those
parts), and then drove us to the
tent where every meeting was
being held. The tent itself looked
like a big top circus tent, sweeping
out from the middle as well as
being decorated in ocean blue
stripes. Across from the meeting
place, an orange complex of
buildings spanned the length of
the road. These buildings were a
school that the church had
bought, and soon children of all
Day 2:
The second day started with an