Easter Sunday

Not a normal Easter Sunday but very special. No hymns, no music, no enthusiastic, charismatic group of young people leading the praise band. Just people walking quietly into church, refreshed by the nights cool. As they wandered in they sat silently, prayed and opened their bibles. I sat for a while and prayed as the trickle became a flowing stream. I had to leave, breakfast was ready, this was an hour and a half before worship was due to start. The rest of the day was a journey of 600 miles from Guantanamo to Habana, passing close to the Bay of Pigs and the Santa Clara Mountains. My companions on the journey were the DS Juan Carlos, his wife Joeli and their nephew Sandie - the pastor at Guantanamo.

Please pray for those that have only the basic to meet the large basket of needs in Cuba.

Please thank God for the faith of people like Juan Carlos and Joeli, whose confidence in God is a vital part of the growth taking place.

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