Adventures from the RV...AKA Big Bertha

"How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed..." God is so good it's hard to believe that I am sitting here now in Charlottesville NC in pastor Peter's house. When all should all have been in bed and asleep long ago but instead am listening to some beautiful voices singing praises in English and Congolese... there are no words to describe it.
Tonight was a wonderful experience at a Baptist church where we were served a true african meal of rice, beef stew, fry bread and the long awaited and anticipated chapati! Braking bread and worshiping with believers who are from Africa and even some from the congo was an indescribable experience.
what a day it was, truly an adventure to say the least. She's My Sister has been advertised very well lately as we have gotten into several 'situations' which today involved local law enforcement as we made our way through the beautiful back roads from Lynchburgh to Charlottesville. Lets just say that God has been bringing the right people at the right time to help us out of our scrapes... which today involved bolt cutters, and Bryan doing a great job of backing down a long country road while our new friends from the Sheriffs department stopped traffic and directed us. We even learned to follow directions like "There is a white pony in a field named Thunder turn onto that road and turn left by the garbage dump". Maybe all the chaos was only hilarious to those of us in Bertha so I will spare the details... however we laughed quite a bit learned a lot about patience AGAIN and had to learn to laugh at ourselves some more! Again as I look back on the last couple of days I can't help but view our team as a hurricane that sweeps through as Miss Becky and I joked about not to long ago! There is no need to worry about people NOT taking notice! Yet there are no complaints as our detours took us down a gravel road which led to some great and oh so spiritual singing of "country roads." It was like medicine to tired and stressed minds and tempers that had been getting a bit hot... Cool and green, the pale blue of the mountains around us as we drove and so peaceful and quiet. The cyclists were blessed with no barking attack dogs, only a friendly beagle who waddled out to greet them. It seemed that today most of the excitment was with the Rv crew. All ended well with a strong challenge from Pastor Raye on Daniel 3... about having the faith to go into the fire, not knowing what's on the other side but KNOWING WHO goes into the fire with us. The fire is not to destroy us but to burn off the chains that still hold us in bondage. Closing in the words of the chorus we just just sang as we prayed together "Oh Yayweh, bless Your name"