The smell of sea filled my nose as I headed out into the rain. I’ve ridden on ferries before and I’ve also been to Canada, but for some reason the combination of taking a ferry to Canada had with it the air of adventure. My cousin was getting married on the island of Victoria, B.C.
The day seemed promising, but the rain began as soon as I drove on board. Sitting on the the deck with the rain and the mist, I feel the cool Canadian air running through me. Dolphins crest over the waves following the boat. Not sure what this weekend holds. These are all people I grew up with, but have fallen away from as I got married and moved across the country. And some are downright hostile towards what I do for a living (a missionary), so in many ways I expect a lions den experience. It’s funny how my working for the Lord offends people. If you know me at all (or read this blog with regularity) you know I’m the last person to shove the Bible down someones throat. Yet somehow my presence and what I stand for offends them. It’s really odd and the uneasiness of the unknown hits me.
This weather, this landscape is so rugged and it hangs dark amongst the gloom of the day. I’m sitting on the deck, with my iPod watching the islands pass by. It seems to fit Ryan Adam’s sad harmonica playing. It fits my mood. I don’t mind traveling, but I just don’t know what the weekend will hold. I’m also spending the next three days without Miriam. She’s pregnant and with three weeks away from her due date, I didn’t want my little girl born a Canadian (yes, I have issues, but I’ll explain them later). So I sit there alone in the glood, when suddenly the sun peaks out from the clouds showering the world with color. At the same time, the song switches to David Crowder’s Make A Joyful Noise and the words sing out:
“Every ocean, every sea, every river, every stream, every mountain, every tree, every blade of grass will sing… Make a joyful noise to the Lord of the earth. Make a joyful noise to the Lord of the earth…”
At that moment, I realize I’m not traveling alone. I sit there in the warmth of sunlight and the presence of the Lord and I’m once again excited for the prospect of this adventure.
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