In the evening, we went to hve services at Los Palmas. Robert had taken a group to a town called Indiana, so we had one boat for too many people and stuff. The sky was overcast and it was raining slightly. It's REAL(I use "real" instead of "really" on purpose. I now know what dark is) dark in the jungle, but when there is not ambient light from the moon due to clouds, it is extra dark. It's the only time I ever felt in danger.
At one point, because we could not see well(the dark just sucks up a flashlight) and we could not turn well (because of the weight on the boat) we almost ran aground. I was on the front bench and had a clear view of it all. "Why is this so scary?" you ask.
One week before we arrived, a river bus made for 150 people had 250 people on it. They ran aground in a night storm. 120 died. 20 were never found. That was 2 miles from our lodge. It was a reminder that we were far from home or help. It brings to my mind the song "Send the Light". "Let us not grow weary in the work of love, send the light." There are people here who live in darkness. Send the Light.
We made it to Los Palmas and had a great service with the strongest group of believers here. We went home in the rain. Jess and I rode back in a "pecky-pecky".
Since the "misunderstanding" about the new church building was cleared up, the services were extra sweet. Fellowship is sweet when it is in the Lord.
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