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Thursday, March 22, 2012

Working with Missions History

I love those moments when you realize you are a part of something bigger than yourself. When I realize that I am actually on the mission field working for God’s kingdom and because of our common vision am connected with missionary giants such as Jim Elliot and Hudson Taylor. Two times in the past month I have seen firsthand the fruit that continues to sprout because of the work they did in their time on earth.

While in Culiacan I had the privilege of working with Galo from I-tec, the company started by Jim Elliot’s son to help the indigenous peoples of Ecuador rely less on western aid. I got to see where Elliot’s sacrifice is now leading Ecuadorians to spread the gospel and aid to their own people. It was so exciting to be partnered with their ministry for a couple weeks.

Then this last week I was at the Biola Mission Conference with our ministry and I met Glenys from OMF International, the organization that was once called China Inland Mission. When she told me that at lunch one day I about fell out of my seat. Hudson Taylor’s vision is still alive in China and Asia through people like Glenys who left her home in England to live in Taiwan and China for over 15 years. We talked about Hudson Taylor a lot that day, since he is one of my heroes, and we had an amazing conversation about missions and working for the Lord. I was so encouraged by her and her stories and the time she spent talking with me. I was also excited to see how God took one man and formed a whole organization from his faithfulness that now reaches all of Asia. How small we are in the grand scheme of things but yet how powerful God can move if we are faithful to follow him. I need to remember that more often no matter where God sends me.

Only Here

I forget sometimes that I am living in Mexico because it is so normal for me now. I forget until...

...I am unable to convince a local that Halls are not candy but rather medicine for coughs and sore throats.

...I can go to the zoo and pet tigers and wolves (ok maybe that was after hours with a friend who works with the animals but still, only in Mexico).

...My friends think you are not supposed to dance to country music, only mariachi music. I still managed to teach them all how to 2-step though.

All in all, Monday was a good day in Mexico...

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Final Day of Culiacan

Bonding: By the last night of Proyecto I was emotionally, physically and spiritually spent. In the van ride there, which was quite long, I didn’t think I would make it through the night. But then Mayo started playing Choritos (upbeat Spanish songs with only three chords), and while I usually don’t like them it was so fun to be clapping and singing along with my team. I felt very bonded with my team over the experience and I loved that we were in high spirits when we arrived to the camp because we had been energized in the car ride there... blessing numero uno of the night.

Kids: My tiredness caught up with me a little while later though when I was working with, but not connecting with, the kids. I found myself counting down the minutes till the movie so I could sit down and not have to talk at the top of lungs. But God blessed me a second time and gave me a burst of energy to lead a game of red light, green light... then two songs... then three more songs with Eugenia (pronounced Eh-oo-hen-iah)...then all those songs over and over again as the kids clamored for more. So we danced and jumped and sang louder and louder about the love of God. Let me tell you, when you are yelling that the love of God is huge you can’t help but believe what you are saying and be excited by it. God continued to bless me with the kids by giving me the chance to give the gospel message, relate a small version of my testimony, and read a book about Jesus’ life to the kids. I felt like I was given the chance to mini disciple the children of that camp and I was so encouraged to be able to talk to them for so long in Spanish. Also, during the movie, a lot of the kids saw me sitting on the hill next to the screen. So they all picked up their cardboard mats and came tromping over to surround me with hugs and giggles. It was so precious to see them look at me, recognize me, and instantly come over to keep me company.

Noriel: I had brought my old jacket down to give away since I don’t wear it anymore and it is super warm. I forgot to bring it with us until the last night though, but as usual God knew who needed it. While singing songs one of the girls (age 11) stood out to me because of her enthusiasm for the music and her passion for Christ and his story and plan for her. She paid so much attention that she knew all the answers to my questions after I told them about Jesus. Anyway, I gave her my jacket and she loved it. I can imagine she has never had that much attention with her parents working all day long and her being left to entertain herself all day with the other kids of the camp. I felt like she soaked up my words as I told her how loved she was. She brought me candy later to say thank you and I was so blessed by her generosity. Overall, she impacted me so much and I will never forget her. God has great plans for her life!

Eager Hearts: Usually I am both encouraged and discouraged during the time of writing down decisions for Christ after the movie. The people who are genuinely excited about God or who are bold enough to raise their hands to say they have accepted Christ are uplifting. But the people who I feel just pray with us to get us to stop bugging them (sometimes the locals seemed to be pushing the gospel down their throats) were discouraging. But the last night was a huge answer to prayer. We didn’t even have to go up to people before they swarmed us to have us write down their names so we could pray for them and with them. One lady and her mother (Angelina and Esperanza) had us write down over ten members of their family to pray for them. I saw the freedom of Christ giving hope and joy to the people of that camp. It was exactly what I was praying for; to see fruit, to witness genuine heart change, to be able to communicate the love of God to people, and to be giving the gospel to fertile soil and soft hearts. What a perfect way to end Culiacan, with people eager to claim their inheritance in Christ. I truly believe a difference was made in Culiacan through the four weeks but none more than the last night. It was incredible.
Noriel in the jacket and me with Noriel.

Some other pictures of the last day before we went to airport:
With Angelica and Eugenia.
Super sad to leave.... of course.
Best pancakes ever!!! Thank you Italia!

New Ideas of Missions

Global Recordings Network (the mother organization of Proyecto Culiacan) is all about reaching every tongue and nation. So there is a huge focus on indigenous tribes around the world. Entonces, my eyes were opened to the idea of being a missionary to an unreached people group in a whole new way. In turn, (there are a lot of connections) my ideas of where God could send me were opened up and I have started thinking outside of my mission box.

Part of this has to do with what I already wanted to do. Through a lot of conversations with God and a lot of prompting on His part I have finally relinquished Haiti and my dreams of working/living there completely into His hands. He could send me there eventually, and believe me I would be stoked if He did, but I am also ok now with being sent anywhere. And I realized that my heart for Haiti is not gone, it is just back in the right place as secondary to God and his plans. My heart is God’s again and the Haitian people are no longer idols in my life. I still have a burden on my heart that leads me to pray for the country often but I am no longer tied to Haiti as my only path of following God.

The same day that I gave God control of my life and my future, He provided proof that I can still have a heart for the Haitians even if I never go there. I was listening to a Brad Paisley song (go figure) that, combined with something we drove by, triggered a memory of Haiti in a profound way. I don’t even know what the memory was since it happened so fast in my head but I was hit deep. I found myself crying and unable to articulate a prayer other than, “Please God. Please. Please move in Haiti. Please.” I could sense God interpreting my heart for me, since he knows my heart better than I do, and interceding for me in a powerful way. He knows that I want a revival in Haiti, he wants it too. And God knows that I love the Haitians more powerfully than I can put into words, because he loves them more. The experience of crying out with God for Haiti made me think of this verse: Romans 8:26-28 --
"Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is in the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

I am so glad that God can intercede for me and interpret my heart for me. And I am also glad that my heart is back in its proper place before God, at his feet.

In other news, I might stay at Ventana another year. This is a huge step for me because I was completely against it at the beginning of the year as I argued with God that he had to send me to Haiti. Nothing is official; I am just considering it since I feel I could be really effective as a second year intern having a year under my belt already. But please be praying for God to guide me! I will be praying for all of you too, since who doesn’t need more of God’s guidance! =)

Monday, March 5, 2012

Culiacan Pictures

These are just a few pictures of Culiacan:
 The Ventana Girls looking out over downtown Culiacan.
 Ready to work in my oversized shirt!
 Emma (part of Ventana last year) and I taking a break while she burns discs.
 Robby and the chicken lady with the kids.
With  Brock (our director's son)... his whole family came for a week.
 We joked that my knife was my baby. Here is proof.
 My amazing group the second week.
 Missionary style temporary seat.
 Driving to camp at the beach to reach other work camps... so pretty!
 My favorite picture I took =)
 I had a photo shoot of these three boys... they loved the camera.
 During one of my quiet times at the camp out.
 God is amazing!
 Our new home... little better than the fire swamp. You are welcome to visit.
 We went wading since we lugged our rainboots to camping and it never rained.
 The sand was piled up around every piece of shell on the sand... I had never seen that before.
 This was me at night... super attractive. (see the retainer?)
 Hand washing clothes... so nifty! But I don't think my clothes ever got that clean...
 I was really bad at this...
 My Mexican daughter, Sara Jael... loved her!
 She was the director's daughter at Culiacan.
 God blessed us with this sunset one night. It went on for hours getting prettier as the sun went down.
With Shelbi (one of our students).
 With Angelica and Eugenia (my Oaxacan friends).
 With Yaneth, she is from TJ so I get to see her more often!
 Doug took us to the BEST tacos in Rosarito (Tacos Yaqui) on the way back from the airport. I pounded down two and was very happy. =)

Sunday, March 4, 2012


Throw a twig in a river. If the twig is buoyant enough and the river fast enough, nothing can stop it from continuing on its way. The twig may slow up near rocks and other debris but it will continue to be tugged along. Even if the twig gets caught, a big rain or other piece of debris will push it back into the flow of the river and back on its path. The thing is though, the twig will never get anywhere if it is not first thrown or dropped in the river. It has to get wet first. And then, only after it takes the plunge, is it able to start letting go of the things holding it back. A stick with a lot of leaves on it will get stuck more often. It needs to shed it's appendages and just be a simple stick floating where the river takes it. Nothing to catch unto rocks and piles of sand. And have you ever heard of a stick caring how fast it went down the river? Nope. Only when we use them to race down the river do sticks need to be faster than other twigs. Twigs, as far as I know, go where the river takes them and don't worry what other things pass it up while it is on its way.
There are other twigs even that get into the river but they never let go of the shore. They are in the river, part of the river even, but they are not flowing in the life of the river. These twigs are content to perch in their comfort zone, seeing the same surroundings all the time, while the life of the water runs by with other twigs that are enjoying the party. (see the tiny twig stuck on the shore below?)
Sometimes the twig that is the fastest in the rapids gets passed up in the calm areas of the river. It may even start going backwards. Those twigs will also get down the river with the help of the breeze, another stick, or more water coming its way. Twigs are not consistent floaters. They can be the fastest and slowest stick in the river all in one day. So, when it comes to twigs you can have all kinds; slow and steady, helpful, fast and free, and stuck on the shore. The possibilities are endless since each twig is so unique...
Sound familiar yet? Let me clear it up for us, we are all twigs. We are all unique with our own unique journeys. But we all have to be willing to commence our journeys by plunging into relationships with God. God is a mighty river who carries us to our many adventures and who will always be flowing around us. We just have to willing to let him strip us down to our souls and perfect us to be more like him. The more we are molded to be like God the more effectively we float and the more effectively we get to our many destinations. We need to let go of our desires and our plans, our comfort zones and our stuff, to be streamlined for our journey with the Lord. We will get where God takes us if we trust in him enough but the question becomes, "how hard will it be for him to get us there?" What are we holding into that is tripping us up? What leaves are we clinging to as comfort blankets? 
Don't be content to sit on the bank of the river either, believing in God, but afraid or unable to take the plunge with him. Jump in! Get off the edge and immerse yourself in the adventure. There will be rapids, there will be calm... but it will never be boring. Don't let God's abundant life run past you without being a part of it. And don't care about your speed in life. Look to God, not to your left or right, to determine your progress down the river. Other people may appear to be moving quicker than you. Don't covet their lives. Others may be slower than you. Don't judge them or compare yourself to them to boost your ego. Instead be a person who bumps them to keep them going, a person who helps free them from the debris that is holding them up and clouding their lives.
Remember, your life is unique. Don't compare your walk with other people's. Ask God where you should go next and accept his grace and help when you are the one stopped in the water or even going backwards. Allow others to help you when its your time to need uplifting and aid. Be a part of nature, of the body or believers, around you. Be okay with the cycles of life in the river. Just don't be ok with not being in the river. Be an adventurous twig and be content with the rapids, calms, and debris that comes with that. Let God work on you to be an more effective floater, a more effective Christian, and get excited for all that you're going to experience and see by willingly taking the plunge into life with God.

Gnarly Camp

I hardly know where to start in describing this camp. When I explain it in Spanish all I can tell people is that is was muy oscuro (very dark). But even with my command of the English language I still have trouble describing it.

First off, the camp was mostly men and I was never more grateful for my hideous baggy shirt and floor length skirt than I was that night. I was also grateful that I chose to wear my hair up that day, concealing my curls and drawing less attention to myself. The men were so bold in staring at me and calling out at me all night long. I felt so objectified and dirty being there because of how they treated me walking by and my heart broke for the few women and children I saw living in the midst of those men. I can't imagine that environment being healthy for them. Second, the conditions of the camp were horrible with trash piled everywhere and rotting tomatoes splattered in the rooms and on the ground. Many of the men were either doing drugs when we knocked on their doors or were already high when we arrived. The smell of Marijuana was overwhelming and I can imagine other drugs were being used as well. Third, we encountered a cross-dresser snuggled up with another guy at one of the rooms we stopped at. I had no idea what to do other than pray and I felt the weight of Satan's power in that camp increase. But even that was not the most tangible example of Satan's hold on that camp. Despite the cross-dresser and drugs, the charcoal drawings on the walls of the rooms were the darkest thing I saw that night. The walls were peppered with horrible drawings of demons, death, sexual innuendos, monsters, and evil animals leaping from the walls. My eyes and mind were constantly bombarded by things of darkness. Basically, the longer we were there the more unsafe I felt and the harder I prayed. I could sense the bubble of protection God had around me but it didn't block the eyes of the men and didn't protect Isabel and me from being surrounded by men when Armando ran to give another team some discs.

But I didn't come away from this camp completely discouraged because I know God is bigger than all of that. My eyes were opened to what Satan can do but God can do so much more. He can blast through that camp and destroy the strongholds of Satan with the gospel message we handed out. God can claim those women and children back for his kingdom. And He can transform those men from pleasure seekers into God seekers. God can cleanse that camp and use the seeds we sowed there to spread roots deep into the soil. God can transform those people; from the little girl who ran up and gave me a hug, to the man who feels he has to be a woman to be himself. From the woman whose face lit up when I smiled at her to the men whistling at me as I walked by. From the kids who loved the stickers we had to the men addicted to drugs. God can move in that darkness and banish it from returning. My eyes have been opened to Satan's power but God's as well. And God is bigger!

Faces of the Camps

(people and stories that stood out to me)
[1.] The first night we went out in the camps my heart was very hardened to the ministry we were doing. I was dreading the next four weeks. But the second night God transformed me when I got to pray with Adelina Perez Antonio, age 25, right after she had accepted Christ. It was the first time I had ever prayed with someone who had just accepted Christ and I was so blown away by the work God was doing in her that I couldn’t be anything but stoked for sharing the gospel. She spoke Zapoteco #28 and we had given her a CD earlier on in the night. I pray she continues to grow through the word of God on that CD. Seeing people come to Christ was more exciting than I thought it would be and my heart was opened up to God’s ministry in Culiacan that night.

[2.] We went to a camp called "La Nota" one night in the first week and so many amazing things happened that showed me the power of the gospel. As we were walking around talking to people we realized that the whole camp only spoke Spanish but we had spanish discs to give them on the spot. There were some people who were hesitant to take a disc with the Bible on it and were even more hesitant to give us their names. I prayed especially hard for those people to have hearts soft enough that they would at least take the CD and listen to it. Every person that night ended up taking a CD. The gospel is for them.
And then we got to the last building on our list and they were all indigenous and spoke a dialect of Nauhtl. Their faces lit up when they heard their language, they were full of laughter, and they (unlike most of the other people) were genuinely excited to talk to us. The gospel is also for them.
Then there were the two guys who were puking in the dirt after getting drunk. My heart broke for their pain that leads them to drink but then their house received two discs in their native language and one of their friends accepted Christ later in the night (more on him in a second). The gospel is for them.
And then we went back to the car to talk to people after the movie. I noticed one of the indigenous guys (Laureano Cruz Gonzales) that stood out to me earlier (he was in a full Chelsea futbol uniform) lingering around after the movie, trying to look like he was following his friends without actually following them. One other man stayed too (Hilario Luis Luis) as well as the friend of the drunk guys (Manuel Castillo). When we talked with them they all accepted Christ, including a fourth guy who walked up (Isidro Mateos), and went from looking uncomfortable to being attentive and soaking up our stories of God's love. I bought them bibles and I pray they will continue to grow and share their salvation with others. The gospel is definitely for them!

[3.] I will never forget Martina and Oureliano Ortiz, or their three kids Elvis, Welfrido and Israel, or their Abuela Margarita. This precious family accepted Christ after Baltazar and I talked to them for about an hour and then they invited us in for dinner. They made extra eggs for us with homemade tortillas and bought us each a huge coke from the camp store. They let us have the only seats in their house (empty plastic crates) and they were the perfect example of Christ-like love even though they had just learned about it. In the camps, families are not usually very affectionate or loving, at least when we talk to them. So it was so refreshing to see such a tight knit, loving family. I was so blessed by their generosity and openness. Later that night Oureliano was reading the story of Jesus to his kids (we had given them little picture books) as we walked by and I was so blessed to see him invest in his precious children.
Baltazar and I with one of the giant cokes.
With Israel (in the red) and Welfrido.

[4.] The last week I worked with the kids and fell in love with Isabel (age 13) and Lucia (age 3). Isabel accepted Jesus at a previous visit one of our teams made to her camp. She knew the entire story of Jesus and was so excited for everything we sang and talked about. I pray she continues learning about God and following him because she will be a force to be reckoned with for the kingdom. She was a natural leader with a lot of spunk and she was very outgoing. I am excited for her future in Christ. As for Lucia, she was precious tiny little girl with an adorable grin that showed all of her teeth. I pray she continues seeing Jesus as her friend. I also pray that as she grows up she is protected from harm but also learns to love God through her mistakes. I pray the Lord is evident in these little girl's lives!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Personal Lessons

[1.] Heart Change: Over the past few months, especially these past weeks in Culiacan, I have been asking God for a bigger, more broken heart for the people of Mexico and the people in the camps. And He finally showed me that I am asking for the wrong thing. Instead of asking for a heart for people I need to be asking for and working on a bigger heart for God. A heart for His people will follow after that. I need to love God more and invest in Him more in order to overflow on the people in my life. In reading Matthew 22:37-40 I realized that loving our neighbors has to come second to loving God, not only because God is more important, but because it would be impossible to love our neighbors without first loving God. In a nut shell: love God, love His own... understand God's love, desire it for others. It doesn't work the other way around.

[2.] Flexibility in Missions: Flexibility is the key to mission life. Not being flexible destroys unity and doesn't show Christ's love to the people on your team or the people you are trying to reach. I saw our team be torn apart first hand by people focusing on themselves rather than on the gospel and the people we were ministering to. And I learned that it is vital to show God's love in the hard times by bonding together in flexibility rather than stubbornness.

Spanish Miracles

(times God used my Spanish)
[1.] I arrived to Culiacan thinking I was going to help out with worship on the guitar when needed but instead I was thrown into leading worship for the first week. I had Mike (an awesome musician and missionary from Arizona) playing with me and guiding me, but I still had to sing in Spanish and power through early morning worship with a failing voice. God provided everyday for that and eventually worship was placed in more seasoned and capable hands. But I learned humility and grace in leading worship in a second language and in not being in control the way I am used to with music. Through my many blunders and mispronunciations God still was praised and I thank Him for that!

[2.] One night in the second week our team had a really hard time finding a camp that would let us in and when we finally arrived at a camp we could diagnose at there was no room for a movie or any sort of follow up afterward. I was discouraged that the only thing we were doing was handing out CD’s and not getting to talk much with the people. But God blessed me in a crazy way. I was placed with a new person and had to train him in Spanish. In doing that, I ended up diagnosing the first four rooms or so all by myself, also in Spanish. I was so encouraged to see how God could use me and enable me to speak in Spanish enough to spread his gospel to the people of that camp.

[3.] The third week of Proyecto we visited a huge camp of a thousand of more people. We had so much going on with trying to get CD’s passed out and still diagnosing people that by the end of the movie I was needed to go out and talk to the people who made decisions for Christ by myself. I was praying so hard that God would miraculously touch my Spanish to help me be effective in talking to people. I knew God could use me but I was so nervous and felt so unprepared.  But God lead me to a family (the Cristoban Family) with so much joy it was contagious. They were so excited to be in the family of God that despite my language disabilities I was able to share in their excitement and pray for them. God knew where to send me to make it possible for me to be used. I may not have received supernatural Spanish but I was blessed by his provision none-the-less.

Milagros De Vida

Miracles of Life that were evidence of God on the 14th of February (Yep, that is Valentine's Day):

[1.] Have you ever heard a child pray for others? It brings a whole new meaning to childlike faith to hear the simplicity of their petitions combined with their strong faith that what they are praying for will happen because God is big. It makes my heart yearn to believe like a child. I want to pray with the same faith that God will accomplish great things. I realized, hearing Debora praying, that a simple prayer from a sincere heart is more powerful than a wordy prayer from unbelieving lips.
[2.] I handed out children’s Bibles and the smiles on the kid’s faces as they clutched their Bibles to their chests with their little arms was almost too much for me to handle. I was blessed beyond belief seeing the kids tote their Bibles away to show their parents, usually barely able to hold onto them since they were such tiny little precious children. Thank God for spreading his word in such an accessible way to kids that he loves more than I can imagine.
[3.] I am pretty new to the idea of wanting my own children but that night when I prayed for a pregnant woman, with my hands on her belly, I was blown away by the thought that God was forming a life mere centimeters from my hands. While I was praying, God was creating. What a miracle! I have a whole new appreciation for his power and control of the details in creating life.

Giant Blessings

(My Culiacan Miracles)
[1.] For two days in the second week of Proyecto we went to large camps that were hours away from our home base and we camped out for two nights. I was stoked to camp and not be in our room with the snoring lions (and tigers and bears... oh my). But the second we got settled into our tent someone in the tent next to ours started snoring unbelievably loud. Like a chainsaw. So Rachel and I moved our whole tent far enough away that our earplugs would block the sound. That night it rained and our tiny two man tent didn’t have a rain fly. My camera and nook and clothes were all in our tent uncovered and other people were getting rained on and having to make temporary rain flys out of clothes and stuff in the middle of the night. But glory to God, our tent did not get wet in the slightest. We were partially protected by a leafless tree and completely protected by God’s hands. He had an umbrella over us that night. It reminded me of Romans 8:28: “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” God provided a snoring bear to tell us to move our tent under the tree in order to work out a rain free night for us. He truly had us in his hands. (We then got a rain fly made out of a trash bag for the second night after a whole day of sun and a forecast of no more rain for the week. Now that is efficiency! But also, three cheers for a tent small enough that a trash bag can cover the whole tent.)
 Tiny tent!
See-through top!
 My tent-mate, Rachel.
[2.] One day I was journaling while we were driving to our second camp attempt of the night and while I was writing about the adventure every night becomes trying to get to the camps, we were pulled over for speeding. So our whole car started praying for the ticket, the officer, the situation in general, and our work that night. Our leader got out of the car to talk to the officer and ended up coming back for one of our free bibles and a kid bibles. We didn’t know what was going on but found out when he got back in the car that not only were we not getting a ticket but God had used the opportunity to bring the gospel the officer who pulled us over. He didn’t pray to accept Christ but now him and his whole family have the seed of the gospel. And to make it even more amazing the officer gave us directions to the camp we were trying to find! Only in God’s plans could being pulled over be a chance to spread His word and encourage us so much. Thanks and glory be to God! Gracia y Gloria a Dios!

The Work Camps

Every night the leaders of the teams would have multiple camps picked out for us to try to get into to spread the gospel and we almost always had to resort to plans B,C, or D by the time we were allowed into a camp. There was a lot of driving down bumpy dirt roads every evening. Once we arrived at a camp we would split up into smaller teams. This meant I was either at the car burning CD’s, playing with the kids of the camp, or going door to door diagnosing the languages that each family spoke. I loved all three by the end. If I was burning discs I got to pray for everyone else and do something that involved being organized, which I love. If I was with the kids God always challenged me and they always encouraged me. And if I was diagnosing I got to see first hand the gospel being planted in people’s hearts. 

After the diagnosing was over and the discs burned we would deliver them to the rooms we visited before we would play a movie on a projector screen. We would usually show a kid movie first and then a movie for everyone about the life and story of Jesus (we had a few options). After the movie someone would talk about the decision people could make for Christ and someone would play music while we went out to talk to people one on one and write down names of people who made a decision for Christ. We would pray for people and enable them to ask questions. Then we would pack up and head home for dinner and sleep. Every night I came home with a story of how God worked and every night I would be dead tired but pumped for what God was doing in the hearts of the indigenous people.
 Playing with the kids...

 Our set up a couple of the nights... CD burners, discs, free books and pamphlets, and other fun things.

 Burning CD's and watching the movies...
 The director's daughter Deborah... helping out with her huge heart.