Earlier in the morning we had sent another team on their way to make drops. Their route required them to rent two bicycles, load them on the top of a city bus, travel 55 kilometers east, make contact with the villages we had targeted, and then pedal their way back to the major city we were scattered throughout. They had been training for a couple of months and were eager to get started.
We devised a way to inconspicuously debrief at the end of each day. In this day's debriefing, our biking team explained to us how they had either "frisbee'd" (think of a paper boy winging newspapers into the front yard) or handed the gospel presentations directly to the people they encountered. They were wide eyed with excitement and confident that the Spirit of God had given them liberty to break with the predetermined tactics. The predetermined tactics were to leave the information where it would be found after we left.
As they described their day, alarms went off inside us! In this country it was customary for the police to show up in the middle of the night and arrest people like us. Tolerance toward those who distributed "propaganda" was zero! We were sure our cover was completely blown. That night we slept on pins and needles, certain we would be getting a visit from the police around midnight!
Thankfully, the police did not show. The next morning we asked our biking missionaries, "how did you sleep?" Their response? "Great!"
Sometimes "ignorance is bliss." Clearly, this was one of those times.