Drip, drip. I glanced at a small hole in the tarp over my head. The rain poured as people crowded beneath the temporary structure where we were having church.

After the service, I noticed a family of four standing at the back. I shook their hands and learned they were on their way home by river to a distant village when an approaching rainstorm had threatened to drench them in their canoe. Anxiously, the man had prayed for help. Then they had spotted our blue-tarped sanctuary near the riverbank and ran for cover. The man felt this was God’s way of connecting us. With a smile, he exclaimed, “God is working in my heart.” He told of two other times recently when God miraculously answered his prayers. Turning to leave, our visitors commented, “We would like to come to your church again.”

It amazes me how God used a rainstorm to bring these people from a distant village to our church. I hope they will come again and learn the truth so they can take it back to their village.

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