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It rained today. Yep, water from the sky. A gift from the father of lights with whom there is not one shadow of turning. The Giver of every good and perfect gift. And it was a much needed gift here. It is only the second time it has rained in the 3 weeks I have been here. This rain lasted a mere 20 minutes, the last one, merely 10 minutes. They are actually talking about having to ration water with no rain falling and the temps. in the low 90′s. I sure know a country, and a particular section of that country that would gladly, I say GLADLY! give some of its moisture since it is in the form of snow; a form of which the fine folks here have no idea. I heard today that it was snowing again even in my hometown of Louisville.

The pace has accelerated with Friday being the final day of my teaching stint. Friday I will give a final test in all three of my classes and then have to grade them while preparing for my trip home. My replacement teacher arrives with his wife on Friday evening from Kansas. They will be so happy to see and feel this weather. But I hope they have water during their stay! Coincidentally, my replacement’s last name is Bowers, which is my mom’s maiden name. We may be related somewhere in the bark of our family tree!

For all you readers of my last animal blog, today the rooster was not around, but the chickens made enough noise to cover the void!

Melanie Robinson has offered to bark during my sermon on the 28th, my first Sunday back. I wonder what she would do if i took her up on that! I do remember hearing of old revivals where people would bark like dogs. Maybe we could get a whole new experience; play “Who Let The Dogs Out”, pass out doggie treats after church….. I can think of more, but I don’t want this to be too long.

Today I preached in chapel using a sermon called, “The Secret That Shouldn’t Be Kept”. At the conclusion I sang a Steve Green song from a while back called,”I Will Go”. It is a bit of a challenge preaching in another culture. Colloquialisms and idioms of expression that work in the States don’t always translate well to an island culture. But the faculty was encouraging afterwards with sincere comments. Praise the Lord for that!

Three more days of teaching here, then, Lord willing, winging my way back home after an overnight in Atlanta. I am grateful for the staff that covered for me. I have heard nothing but compliments about them. But I knew they would be led by the Father to do well. This Sunday Bob Russell will preach. How I so appreciate the humility of a guy like Bob who is so in demand after God used him to grow Southeast into a congregation of about 18 – 20 thousand. Yet he makes time to serve the churches in Louisville with his gift. Thanks Bob. I am sure that the attendance will be good! If all the flights go well, I should be back by the second service and am scheduled to sing.

Gotta go. It is 10 p.m. here and my first class is at 7:30 with the breakfast bell at 6. But the banging in the kitchen near my room at 5, and the sun shining blindingly through my window at 5:30 a.m. like I was Saul on the road to Damascus wakes me even before the annoying rooster out back!

Good night. Let there be peace on Earth. And let it begin with me.

Shalom.

Rob

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