Our night of worship began around 8:00pm on Saturday night.
As we began to set up on the cement stage on the grounds of our campsite, we
noticed that it began to sprinkle rain. So, we quickly grabbed all of our gear
and headed for cover under a canopy. The wind and rain grew so severe that a
member of the nearby church drove to our campsite to offer us a chance to sleep
at the Church for the next few nights. We kindly accepted the offer and began
to shuttle people over to the church carload at a time. However, there were
five people that decided to stay behind at the campsite, myself included.
The five of us
sought refuge in the laundry room for a bit before racing back to our tents to
examine the damage brought forth by the rains. Fortunately for the few of us
that stayed, our tents stayed relatively dry. That night we went to sleep to
the soothing sounds of pouring rain. I for sure thought that these rains would
pass and we would awake the next morning to sunshine. Wrong. I awoke to more
thunderous rain and the sounds of members of our squad, who returned from the
church, calling to us: “Hey, you ready to get wet”? I opened my tent to find
that our fields that we had been camping in were flooded. There were literally
pools of water six inches deep. Some tents were fortunate enough to escape the
flooding but others were beneath these six-inch pools. So, we quickly got up
and moved all the flooded tents to higher grounds.
“Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me. Hallelujah,
all my stains are washed away, washed away”.
-Grace Like Rain,
Todd Agnew
