In the morning we read from Isaiah that the Lord will let it rain upon His thirsty land etc.- (I will just need to find the exact scripture again). A thick cloud followed us to our first village of the day. We hardly started handing out Bibles before I heard the shouts of an angry priest. I quickly got back to our car as the first drops started falling. The priest also got in a car and stopped behind us. He didn’t want to hear a word from us and tore the pamphlet inside the Bible to pieces, for a moment hesitant to tear the Bible as well. Our Greek speaking guys calmly spoke to him, but he was shaking of anger and ordered us out of the village. His younger companion also got really worked up and started taking down our number plates and calling the police. By this time the rain was storming down. So we left the town and searched for where to go next, as the angry priest sped past us towards the next village. We ended up driving around a bit in circles and found ourselves on a little road between olive groves. In front of us a big olive branch lay directly in our path. We immediately suspected an ambush, but saw that the branch had just broken off by itself. As the guys got out to remove the branch, a farmer on a tractor came up from behind. Our guys had a little chat with him and he gladly received a Bible. So we continued up to the mountain village, where we met Panagiotis (who went by another name because of a story that 3 previous men with the same name died in a row in the same village, and he was trying to trick the angel of death). Panagiotis and his friends treated us to strong coffee before we went our way and the kids guided us through the village as we continued delivering Bibles. When we got back to our camp at the end of the day, we learned that we were the only group out of 13 that got rained on that day.
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