Arecibo in Da' Moonlight: When Reality Hit in Puerto Rico
Arecibo in Da' Moonlight: When Reality Hit in Puerto Rico The humid Puerto Rican air hung heavy around us, a stark contrast to the crisp Michigan breezes we were used to. It wasn't long after the last box was unpacked and the unfamiliar sounds of our new neighborhood settled in that the sheer audacity of what we had done truly hit me. We were here . Officially moved in. Our home was no longer in Hamilton, Michigan, but on this vibrant, Spanish-speaking island. A wave of reality washed over me, bringing with it a potent cocktail of excitement and sheer terror. We spoke virtually no Spanish. Our connections could be counted on one hand, with fingers to spare. We had never stepped into ministry in this capacity before. And to top it all off, our bank account was… well, let's just say lean. I vividly remember one particular evening, the weight of it all pressing down. Our driveway, a slight incline offering an unobstructed view of the vast night sky, became my sanctuary of unce...