Day 4 Whitehorse - night on the bus (20 July)

Written at B&B in Prince George (21 July)


At Breakfast we came to understand what the Lord had brought us to this B&B to see. Our host sat down with us at the table and in our conversation it transpired that he had fled from Iran as a young man for his faith... he is a Baha’i! He continued to enlighten us on the way this faith incorporates all the 9 main religions, and basically say that if you stick to their prophet's interpretation of how it all make sense, if you do their prayers and live a good and peaceful life, you will go to heaven. It was interesting to hear that this religion was started in Persia (Iran) in the 18hundreds. It seemed like the Lord exposed a Babylonian mindset that seemed to be over the town.


At the prayer meeting in Anchorage one of the ladies saw a vision of a fish (representing the nations) and a scale being lifted to reveal revelations beneath. We started to feel that we were looking at what was under the scales of Canada: everything goes, if you do, or do not have a faith doesn’t matter and what your faith is doesn't matter, as long as you kind of live a good life you will be ok after death.

After packing we had 3 hours before our bus's departure to find some-one to pray with. We asked the Lord to lead us, and found ourselves going to the local public library. Jansie felt to look for a Native American. On entering the library there was only one person matching this description, but when we asked her if she was a Christian she said she wasn't. So we wondered around in the building wondering what to do now, until Rene called us to a lady at a certain desk. By the desk were hung 3 artworks of fishes, showing the scales clearly. We told the lady behind the desk that we were looking for a Christian, and to our surprise she walked off and called another lady, whom she said would be able to help us.

This lady looked a bit suspicious at first, but after we explained ourselves a bit, she relaxed a bit and said we are welcome to take a stone from Whitehorse. She then told us that she was a non-practicing Catholic and that she prayed in her own way. We left her in peace because she was working, but we later realized that the fact that she was willing to confess Jesus under the pressure of the public office situation, must really count for something in the spirit, especially since the first two women we asked were not willing to say they are Christians.

We went from there and caught the Grey Hound bus that would be our home for the next 27 hours. The bus wasn't full and we each had 2 seats to ourselves. It stopped frequently at funny little joints where we always found good toilets, and once the most awesome hamburgers! The landscape was spruce trees and lakes and mountains and pines and rivers - all very very beautiful and very much the same over thousands of kilometers (boring Rene's eyes a bit).