Missions Trips Chapter 15: Welcome to Trinidad

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Monday, Day 3

Our first morning in Trinidad, I awoke at my usual 6:30 to find Kawal and Pat already up. Kawal was busy in the kitchen making breakfast, and Pat was in there with him. We were staying in a guest chamber at the church, and Kawal was staying there with us, in another room.

After a hearty breakfast, we all piled into the car and drove to his house to say hello to Kay, Kawal’s wife, and to pick up his three-year-old granddaughter Jordan and carry her to summer day camp. When we had left Jordan at camp, we went all over town hand delivering invitations to the pastors to attend the upcoming Bible conference. From the back seat I snapped photos of everything that captured my attention. I love mountains, and Trinidad has mountains! They are about the same height as the Appalachians of northern North Carolina and into Virginia. I longed for a closer look. Maybe later in the week. Kawal himself doesn’t care to go to the mountains, but if his son-in-law, Ricky, can get some time off work, he said he might take us.

In our driving around, we also stopped at the home of Kawal’s sister, his one surviving sibling. She was very nice, and very talkative. I like her. She lives simply, although she is not poor. Her Bible was sitting open on the table. We stayed only a little while, enjoying a cold drink and our visit, then it was back in the car to deliver more invitations.

When the invitations had been delivered, we went to the grocery store, then back home for lunch and a nap. We stirred again at dinnertime, then cleaned up the kitchen and sat down again to talk a while. Later that evening, we went down a couple blocks to attend a wake for a woman who had recently passed away. Kawal was asked to speak, so he brought in his Bible and a satchel full of songbooks. When he was ready, the music was silenced, and the entire crowd—about 50 people—gave him their undivided attention.

We sang three hymns, interspersed with stories and words of comfort. I was impressed with how well Kawal can sing. I’ve known him for more than 20 years, but I don’t remember ever hearing him sing before now. The Lord surely has blessed him with the abilities needed to serve God in his home country. Kawal brought his message from the Scripture account of the rich man who lived only for himself (Luke 12:16-21). He pointed out that you cannot bribe your way into heaven, nor can you buy your way into heaven. There is only one way to come to God, through the shed blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. He closed with the good news of salvation, telling each person present how they could know for sure their sins were forgiven, and then he concluded with prayer. Afterward, we lingered a while longer, mingling and getting to know some of the people. One lady in particular came over to sit beside me, and we became acquainted with one another. Her name is Letitia. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she is a member of Kawal’s church. In fact, she and Kay had both worked to clean the church and make things ready for our arrival.

It was after 9 p.m. when we returned home from the wake, having excused ourselves early, and we all went straight to bed. Pat and I had not done much that would be called labor, but we were tired just the same.

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