There are many unusual and even provocative names of little villages along the coast of Guyana. Wednesday, February 27, 2013, Michael Hooper, Nigel Milo and I presented the last of nine seminars across Guyana for this year. The Lord’s church in the quaint sounding town of Cotton Tree hosted this final seminar in a four-hour night session. Exceeding expectations, around 100 Christians assembled for three lessons and a Question & Answer period.
We spent nearly an hour following the seminar and snacks transporting church members to their homes. Then, having parted company with brother Michael Hooper, brother Nigel Milo and I headed back to his home in Linden. The three hour-journey put us back in Linden around 11:00 p.m. Along the way back to Linden in the dark of night, we ran over a downed horse in the road. We didn’t see it in time to stop before plowing into it, and oncoming traffic made it impossible to avoid it. The carcass was well destroyed from previous impacts by passing traffic, and it had a horrible, rotting smell – which lingered on the van all the way to Linden.
The rest of the night into the wee hours of the next day, Nigel and I settled financial expenditures by me reimbursing him for expenses above what we had budgeted. We traded camera pictures, too. I packed suitcases, including putting the empty case in which I had brought 48 pounds of books and tracts into the other checked bag. Finally, I showered before retiring for a well-deserved three-hour nap before arising to head to the airport for my homeward journey.
The flights home (three planes) were uneventful. I was a little confused by signs in the JFK airport in New York. I found myself walking back and forth in the same hallway trying to follow what I thought were contradictory signs to my boarding gate. I had to inquire of a security guard to clarify my circumstances. I needed to find “Gate 21” and to distinguish that from “Gate B21,” which was in a different terminal accessed by a shuttle bus. The one gate was for domestic flights, and the other was for international flights; that could make a big difference! I had never encountered a regular gate in big international airports that did not have a letter preceding the number; I had failed to notice the number without the letter. At one point, all I saw were two signs together pointing in opposite directions for what I thought was the same gate.
After arriving in Jackson, MS (via JFK in New York and Atlanta, GA) after 8 p.m. CST, we were still two hours from home in Winona, MS. Happily, Bonnie and Rebecca greeted me in baggage at the airport. I had eaten my first beef burger in weeks between flights in New York, and I feasted for supper on a roast beef sandwich, complemented with a chocolate milk shake, for supper en route back to the house.
It was good to be back home, though I was content and much gratified from the nine seminars, two Gospel meetings, worship preaching, Bible class teaching, teaching high school students at a boarding house and taping a television program. We were involved in up to 12 hours of teaching per day almost every day over three weeks. We taught 1,160 people from 72 congregations for 75 hours. We traveled by land, water and air for 81 hours to bring the mobile seminars within reach of every Christian in the country of Guyana. We have now ensured that every Gospel preacher in Guyana has received a box of books from World Evangelism in Winona, MS; I was privileged to hand deliver several of them into the arms of unsuspecting preachers. These three weeks of seminars, etc. were as personally gratifying or more so than any overseas mission trip on which I have ever gone.
We are already planning on expanding and making even better the Annual Guyana National Seminar in 2014. I hope that Bonnie will be healthy enough to resume foreign travel for the balance of 2013 and into 2014 and beyond.