I stayed back until the wee hours of the morning to patrol the PCC grounds with Security last night. People were surprised that I walked through the island villages by myself in the dark.
“Aren’t you afraid of the ghosts? The mysterious Marquesas Lady? The monsters?”
Actually, I am a scaredy-cat. A total wimp. I admit it. I hate scary movies, refuse to go into haunted houses, and get spooked easily.
(Ssssshhhhh… don’t tell anyone!)
But I have never felt scared at the PCC—not in the dark, not by myself, not ever.
I think there are two reasons for that.
Reason #1: I’m bigger than any monster, goblin, or clown (clowns are terrifying) that could possibly be lurking around in the dark. If they want to eat me, they’re going to have to work really hard for their meal—dragging this HUGE body back to their scary lair.
Too much trouble, I think. If I were them, I’d eat the small, skinny security guard instead.
Reason #2: More importantly, I feel the presence of those who loved, sacrificed, and even literally bled so that this “unique treasure, created to share with the world the cultures, diversity, and spirit of the nations of Polynesia,” would withstand the test of time. We honor them—our fathers, mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers. Every day, we try to make them proud of us and the work we do at this special place they left behind as their legacy.
So no… how could I ever be afraid in a place like this?
The feelings of love and service permeate these grounds, these walls, these islands. The Apostle John taught that “love casteth out all fear,” and that “God is love.” So when I walk these sacred grounds at night, I walk hand in hand with God.
Who needs a flashlight, a baton, or even a gun when your patrol partner is the Almighty God?
