Joshua and I stepped off the airplane three weeks after the American forces suddenly invaded the island after the murder of the Prime Minister. The fighting had almost ended with the Cubans. Only occasional sniper fire could be heard. Our biggest problem was getting the cross there. First it was too big for the small airplane, and then it was lost. After one day on the Island the cross arrived. The people were happy to see Joshua and me with the cross.
The American troops were no problem to us. The local Grenadians crowded around us to get Jesus stickers and hear us preach. We walked around about half the island. There was little damage. This was just police action compared to Lebanon, but U.S. troops were on the Island by the thousands and a fleet of ships stood off shore. It provided a good opportunity for us to witness. There are so many gospel churches on Grenada and everyone basically claimed to be Christians, yet many need to know Christ personally. They seemed inspired that we would come with a cross. God had told us to go, we obeyed, walked and witnessed here, and prayed for peace, salvation, and for hope.