September 9, 2010
Palm Sunday in Jamaica
I will never forget Palm Sunday 2008 as long as I live. It was magical in the sense that it felt like God was trying to talk to me ALL day long.
We started that particular day para-sailing. It was a beautiful peaceful morning and we got to do that tandem style.
Captain Dave approached us later to tell us that he knew we went to church. He said he could tell. I asked him how he could tell and he said that he just had a feeling about us.
We talked about Christ and how God put us together to be in that one place at that one time to share with each other. We also talked about how church was much more than a building and how God was everywhere.
Later on that day Don and I were walking down the beach and we saw that really tall guy that had the biggest smile on his face. He looked so happy listening to his music and running by.
On the way back down the beach we saw him sitting on a recliner just happy as pie listening to his music. Then I saw his metal leg. The dude only had one leg. I felt compelled to go and talk to him. I wanted to know what his story was and what drives him to stay happy with one leg.
We approached and his smile was even bigger when we said hello. I asked him about his leg and it seemed as if he was excited that I asked him about it. He was anxious to share his story with us.
It turns out that he was in the London bombing of 2005. Everybody around him died. He was the only one that survived from where he was located within the parts that were bombed. He also lost his mom.
We talked about the London bombing. We touched on September 11th. Then we dove into how God give us the courage to take what has happened to us to sort of touch other people’s lives.
Gary was so happy that I asked him about his leg. I told Gary (that’s his name) that God was using him for the good that can come from having been at the wrong place at the wrong time. So maybe what happened was wrong but in the end the good that comes from these bad circumstances can be used to touch people and further the kingdom of God.
We got a little teary eyed, Gary and I, but all in all it was a blessing from heaven to be able to experience being with these people on that Palm Sunday, at that point in time, from all these different parts of the world. It’s a little hard for me to explain but I think for the most part.. you probably get the gist of what I’m trying to share with you.
Previously, before we met up with Gary, we were taking a bamboo raft ride on the Martha Brae river. We saw a cross in the trees. It was magnificent how the branches were shaped like a cross.
You are more than welcome to check out our Jamaica Photos on Flickr.
I’m so lucky I got to go to Jamaica.
Never Forget. Where were You on 9.11.2001 and what were you doing? What were you thinking? How has 9.11.2001 impacted your life?