“You mean Caribbean time, or St Lucian time?” That is usually the first question that I ask when someone asks me to meet them. Time is a liquid commodity in the Caribbean. It can drive you nuts, or it can be surprisingly refreshing. The Easter service this year was one of those surprisingly refreshing approaches to time.
A terrible accident took place at 6:30 AM on Easter Sunday on the only main highway connecting the north and south of the island. Late night (or early morning) revelers were mixed together with early morning Easter worshippers on the road. A four vehicle wreck ensued killing four people. The highway was closed for nearly 4 hours while they cleaned up the carnage. It was a sobering way to start an Easter Sunday.
All of the called workers, except for one, were caught on the wrong side of the accident. Normally the service begins at 9:00 AM. On this Easter, we didn’t start until 9:50. For most, you can imagine the pressure and hurriedness that surrounded the called workers as they arrived almost an hour late. Even though I had a good excuse, it is hard to get that concept of time out of your head. To be honest, I was concerned more with being late than celebrating our Savior’s resurrection. The look of one worshipper changed my attitude. Read more ›