Kindly Pirates

There is a slogan that says “…the island of The Bahamas keep getting better.” When I first heard this phrase I sucked my teeth (kissed my teeth) because naturally I experienced only New Providence and Paradise Island and what other Bahamian island or Cay (pronounced key) can compare. As child I walked to church, as I grew older I rode on a motorcycle to church then I drove to church. As I got older still I never knew it was quite possible to take a boat to church, but I did. Sunday past I took a chartered plane to a remote Island for church.

This island is considered unspoiled but it secrets are not so hidden since I was told one of the world’s richest men, ranked number 10, has a vacation home there; which was nice but completely accessible. Then there is the Montana Project that some investor had the brilliant idea to build but limited financial resources to see it through completion. There were some striking facts about this island; on our drive into the Cay I counted three churches. A third of the island’s population was at the church I attended on Sunday morning. The Police Station was closed. On the door of the Police Station was written “Police Emergency numbers day and night…” The eldest person who resides on the island is 90 plus and was out of town on business. To experience a 360 degree view of the island the look out point rested on top of a house; the inscription written on the said building reads it was once the home of kindly pirates.

Indeed, the islands of The Bahamas, no matter how small, keep getting better. Even my two year old commented “Mama and Daddy it was a good trip!”

Did I forget to mention that, the Christopher Columbus landed on this Cay (Rum Cay); on his second stop in the New World?

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Our Offerings

During the collection of the offering on Sunday my daughter eagerly waited for the collection plate to drop her dollar in. It brings to life the days gone by as a child when I sat in the pew with my dollar. If the children around forgot to bring their offerings or did not have the means to do so some elderly lady would firmly and quickly put a dollar in your hand; as if to say you shouldn’t have forgotten it and don’t forget it again.

Today I reflect on my development and about how various places of worship and times of worship have molded me into who I am today. For that I give God thanks and praise. Sometimes I just sit and reflect on those special moments. Let us give thanks for those who journeyed before and who’s shoulders we now stand on.