[excerpt from a piece written for the ACC Missions Handbook 2016-2017]
Carmen means ‘song’ in Latin. Carmen is dark-lit and wide-stretched. Her widely tapered eyes are luxuriant—her smile crinkles her whole face into something radiant, something nobler than happiness. Joy, maybe, at its most primal.
It leaks from her drawling hands, hands caressing the heads of the wonder-eyed chicos, who giggle then and run outside the church room, up and down the alley twice, and come back panting like furry little perros; from her hands on the chicos’ shoulders then, calming them to listen to Pastor Fernando instruct. Continue reading
Sorry this final update comes so late! It’s taken a while to recover physically and start to process this trip. It took quite a few hours to actually write this. This is a much longer update, fair warning… It only covers sentiments from the weekish after the trip, and even during that week things have been changing, so this is only an ad interim conclusion, if you will. I believe that God will continue to change me.
Saturday was a full day of travel, complete with customs in Houston and plenty of joking around/sharing pictures with each other. We arrived in the Austin airport around 6:40pm and Annie (David’s wife) was the first to greet us… and as our parents or spouses arrived there were the joyful reunions. Andrew tackled me and wouldn’t let me go during the entire baggage-claiming process. Love the guy. Continue reading
Greetings from the Santa Cruz airport!
Today was full and bursting with fun, happiness, goodbyes, and sadness. It was a more relaxed day—the morning was salteñas at El Patio again (for breakfast!), then a trip to a different high place where we could see all of Sucre. It was a different vantage point from Sunday, and this time we had translator Esteban point out where in the city each of us had served—where each church was. We took lots of group pictures, then had a time of prayer together for Sucre and its people and all the churches we’re leaving behind. Continue reading
Today was our last day of ministry! The week has gone by so fast…
We woke up and ate/met like usual. The entire morning at Pastor Fernando’s church was devoted to discipleship training—that is, training the nationals to disciple the new believers after PG and I leave.
We explained the concept of ‘Yellow’ ‘Stories of Hope’ (for when a person doesn’t want to put their trust in Jesus just yet but is interested) and the ‘Green’ ‘Discipleship Stories’ (for new believers to start growing in their faith). PG made an excellent analogy—if a newborn baby is left by itself with no one taking care of it, it’ll get sick and probably die. So new believers need to be visited, discipled, taken care of. Similarly it isn’t enough to hand a new believer a Bible and say, “Read this!” That’s like giving a newborn a 12-oz steak. They can’t digest it. Continue reading
That’s my Spanish phrase of the day. What? Look it up yourself! All the puppies here are muy bonito.
The schedule today was much like yesterday’s—breakfast/team meeting at 7:45am, leave for churches at 9am, morning session, lunch, afternoon session, tea, back to hotel around 7:30pm, dinner, bed.
This morning, we learned how to use the eBall—a soccer ball with different colors that represent different parts of the gospel. The idea is to play, show, and tell. More on that later. Then we practiced a different Bible story with each other: the Pharisee and tax collector who pray differently, and Jesus loving on the children brought to him. Continue reading
(practicing my Español)
I can’t believe day 5 is over! It was an exhausting but rewarding day.
This morning we had a team meeting/devotional over breakfast. The passage was Ephesians 6:10-20 (if you’re following the prayer calendar on the Sucre page above, that’s the passage for today)—we talked about boldness in all we do, from knocking on doors to praying for our brothers/sisters to sharing the gospel even when we get home. Boldness ≠ obnoxiousness.
PG and I arrived at the church with our translators and Pastor Fernando like yesterday. We (and the nationals) spent some time going over the Bible story about the sinful woman who wipes Jesus’ feet and pours oil, etc. (Luke 7:36-50) and practicing sharing it with each other—the point of the morning was to go back to the houses we visited yesterday and follow up with new believers, by sharing ‘true stories from the word of God’, praying for/with them, etc. We also practiced with the Evangecube for the first time—it’s a folding cube that manipulates to show helpful pictures while you share the gospel. Continue reading
Day 4, check!
PG and I returned to the ‘baby’ church to begin ministry around its neighborhood. After breakfast, we left at 9am with Pastor Fernando and our translators. At the church we met the nationals (local church members) and split into teams, led by me, PG, and Pastor Fernando. I was in a group with Alejandra (Pastor Fernando’s daughter, adult), Carmen (translator), Alicia (13), and two younger boys. We traveled the same route I took yesterday for prayer walking, which was cool—we visited the homes we’d prayed over! Continue reading