<\/a>It may be true that snowstorms suck and\u00a0this past February was the coldest Michigan has seen in over 100 years\u2026 but I think a February of solid rain in tropical countries is potentially worse. Here\u2019s why:<\/span><\/p>\n

We should have all died as we sloshed around, knee-deep, in Darrin and Julie\u2019s sewage.<\/p>\n

We were living in Morocco \u2013 a country that many would describe as \u201cbackwards.\u201d Admittedly, it is confusing why the country still tolerates garbage everywhere – littering the streets, fields and beaches; or why buildings are left half-done for decades \u2013 sometimes with occupants; or why there are essentially no rules for driving: lane lines are entirely irrelevant and disregarded, traffic lights are merely suggestions, and many drivers don’t own a drivers license. Perhaps that does describe a \u201cbackwards\u201d country. \u00a0But to me, it was all beautiful. Morocco was our home and because the people were thoroughly loving and kind, it was actually quite easy to look right past the confusing, backward parts.<\/p>\n

Except one.<\/p>\n

There was a serious lapse in logic when Moroccan builders built the low-cost cement row homes of which we rented. I\u2019m no builder – \u00a0the farthest thing from it, actually. But even I wonder what the heck they were thinking when they would first pour a HUGE cement sewage holding tank, and then construct the home directly over it.<\/p>\n

There are many reasons this seems stupid to me. The biggest reason is the cockroach population that proliferated so rapidly in that sewage tank that within weeks of a new home construction, they would find their way up the drainage systems and into our HOMES to find more food and water. Cockroaches were a part of our everyday life in Morocco. I hate cockroaches – almost as much as the flying monkeys of OZ. Now, I know<\/em> God is the Maker of all, but I still think cockroaches must somehow be the spawn of satan. But that\u2019s another story.<\/p>\n

Probably the second stupidest reason that one should not build their home directly over their sewage tank, is that in torrential rains (which occur November through March in non-drought years in Morocco) the tank overflows and can potentially back up into your home. Lovely, huh?<\/p>\n

In an act of love and selfishness, when our friends Darrin and Julie decided to join us and work in Morocco, we found a house for them just down the street from ours. We were thrilled to have them be our neighbors. We were so excited to get to \u201cdo life\u201d together in our little Muslim surfing village on the outskirts of Casablanca.<\/p>\n

One thing we never anticipated was that to \u201cdo life\u201d together would mean we\u2019d be wading knee-deep through their sewage.<\/p>\n

The second year in their home, Darrin and Julie (and kids Sawyer and McKenna) woke up one day to water swirling around their ankles. It was rainy season, and it was a wicked one, and the rains had not let up for days. The Jones\u2019 septic tank beneath their home couldn\u2019t handle the water. It bubbled into their home from every shower drain, toilet, and even cracks in the concrete. By the time we heard of their disaster in the late morning, the water had risen knee-high. A small army of loving, self-less people raced to their aid and set up a rescue mission. We created a bucket brigade passing buckets of sewage water up a set of stairs and out the door to the street. More people were dumping buckets of sewage into the backyard \u2013 which itself was flooded, but we had so few options. Glory be, but someone found a small electric water pump \u2013 probably the ONLY water pump in this nation that seems to just accept flooding \u2013 and we placed it precariously on a chair in the middle of the flooded dining room. Julie sat on a chair next to it, creating her own little island in a swirling brown sea \u2013 and with her feet in the air, she filled the water receptacle with sewage water – bucket after bucket after bucket – praying the little pump would keep up with the rising waters. The rest of us prayed it wouldn’t fall off the chair.<\/p>\n

There were people in nearly every room of their home, helping in every way. In addition to the bucket brigade, there were people in the back yard attempting to unclog a sewage drain hoping we could start sending water out that way. There were people in the garage who brought food in for all the workers. There were people standing in the street, in the rain, just trying to figure out how to help.<\/p>\n

And every person that entered their home that day should have died.<\/p>\n

Every person who came to help entered Darrin and Julie\u2019s home on the main level, and then descended their stairs to the lower level where the kitchen, living area and two bedrooms were located. As we saw the rising sewage water, we would toss off our shoes, rip off our socks and roll up our pant legs. We\u2019d grab a bucket and walk right into the sewage and get busy. I don\u2019t remember anyone mentioning the risk of electrocution. I do remember watching people race to unplug certain things like the TV, computers, and lamps and thinking \u201cI’m pretty sure standing knee deep in water and pulling on electrical cords is something Bill Nye the Science Guy said to never do.\u201d \u00a0I do remember somebody mentioning that the water level had risen as high as the wall outlets. Outlets which carry 220volts, not the 120v we use in the USA. Outlets which were wired by electricians who are not required to be licensed in this country. Outlets which have delivered enough voltage into a full-grown man to launch him right off his feet (that would be Darrin as well, but, again\u2026. another story).<\/p>\n

Looking back, I do not know how, for the love of God, no one was electrocuted that day. We were standing in water that was soaking in electricity. And even more unbelievable – no one got sick. Not a single case of gastroenteritis, or salmonellosis, or shigellosis, or hepatitis, or giardiasis. Not even a rash or a fever or a fungus. Nothing.<\/p>\n

And this, I believe, is the reason: There are angels in the sewers.<\/p>\n

I believe we are entertaining angels unaware \u2013 everywhere and all the time. But what I have discovered to be true so often in my own life is that in the darkest, dankest, most stinky, ugly and disgusting moments \u2013 the angels are really felt<\/em>. They are known<\/em>. We feel protected<\/em> and safe<\/em>. And we feel kept<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Sometimes you have to roll up your pants and just step into the sewage of life. You have to risk electrocution and hepatitis. You have to be brave and just do it because it is the right thing to do. And so GO DO IT, my friends. Be brave and GO DO IT because angels will keep you. You will be kept<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Sometimes you don\u2019t ask for it. You don\u2019t even have time to rip off your socks and shoes or roll up your pants \u2013 you simply wake up one day and find yourself in the middle of swirling sewage.<\/p>\n

This – this swirling sewage, is what my life feels like currently. I did not ask for this. I did not willingly choose to engage in this battle with crap. But still, I am noticing the angels. I am feeling held<\/em>. I am feeling kept<\/em>.<\/p>\n

May you truly know<\/em>, brothers and sisters, that there are angels among us.<\/p>\n

ESPECIALLY in the sewage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It may be true that snowstorms suck and\u00a0this past February was the coldest Michigan has seen in over 100 years\u2026 but I think a February of solid rain in tropical countries is potentially worse. Here\u2019s why: We should have all died as we sloshed around, knee-deep, in Darrin and Julie\u2019s sewage. We were living in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,22,25],"tags":[42,93],"yoast_head":"\n