Our first place of ministry was on a small fisherman island that was affected by the tsunami. None of the locals died on the island, but all of the buildings were destroyed. It was extremely hot and humid but that also made it very green and full of life. Life on the island started when the sun came up and ended just after it set. I really enjoyed eating were the locals do, using just a few words of English or the famous point and chose method. The sarongs, taking off your shoes, chillin’ on the porch, laid back way of life reminded me of the South Pacific. So I felt right at home. Because the people are devoted to their faith (Islam with a bit of Amnist – worshiping the sea gods, added in) we were unable to share our faith with words… so we used our actions. One morning we caused quite a stir, “Why are the white people picking up garbage?” We were sharing the love of Christ and helping in tsunami relief all at the same time. Hopefully they will remember us, as we will always remember them.
