December 17, 2020

One thing is true, we have all had to be flexible during this COVID pandemic to survive. If you are not flexible, you will become brittle and the weight of this crisis will break you into emotional pieces. That has been especially the case at our Albergue Garcia adventure farm. In March when the shutdown hit, our Sunday school group moved to Zoom meetings. It has been amazing how our group has continued to meet over the internet every week since then. We know more than ever now that we need Jesus and each other to survive.

During a storm, if you are lucky , you can see suddenly and unexpectedly the clouds open and the sun break forth to give you a temporary reprieve before the rains or snow start to barrel down on you again.

The Lord did that for us this summer. We were given a long string of beautiful Sundays on the farm. Our Sunday school group would meet together with the COVID restrictions of bring your own chair, water bottle, empty bladder and mask. We would spread out our chairs under the piney trees and under the warm sun.

We put in an extra walk through gate on the east side of our farm to make it easier for the neighbours to come and join us. We named it Zachary’s gate. This way his Mom’s Mom and Dad and his Dad’s Mom and Dad could worship together.

Our milk cow, Maggie and bull, Torito would often listen in to our services from across the pasture fence as Bruce, our Sunday school leader shared the Word with our group.

Sometimes Bruce had to do some remedial lessons with the bull. (They can be bull headed, you know.)

As the default worship leader, I would practice my guitar and mandolin I had not picked up in years and lead our Sunday school group as we sung old timey church hymns. These songs of praise from the good ol’ days harkened back to my teenage years of taking my Grandma Brown to church at the Sabine Tabernacle in Beaumont, Texas. I thought I was doing her a favor taking her to church. She, however was taking me to meet my Saviour. Here on our farm, our Unshackled Life Group, as we call ourselves, sang our praises to God under the clapping branches of the trees and with the birdies joining in chorus. We prayed and encouraged one another. We laughed and we cried with one another. We spoke of our trials and tribulations. We spoke of our Hope and Heaven.

We figured out a way to have a proper chicken dinner on the grounds in a safe manner thanks to Colonel Sanders box dinners. We even figured out a way to have a pandemic safe communion service.

Then came the cold, the snow and the second wave of COVID. To this day we are still back in our homes meeting on zoom again on Sunday mornings and Thursday evenings. The rains are barreling down on us again but we are safe and dry. This storm too shall pass. If you want, you can join us too on the internet as we wait for another clearing in the skies.

Mark 4:39-41

Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”

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