I am thinking about my friends from Texas who will be going back to friends in Ayaviri, Peru soon. The last visit was a sort of scouting party to see what doors God would open for ministry there and He opened many. With only one connection in the area, we found many more, partnered with the local Christian church and mayor to show a film about the life of Christ in the public theatre. And spread the word about Christ and the future visit of the medical mission team, while obtaining the blessing of local doctors.
Few of us spoke the language but we still made friends there. I am thinking about our translators (that’s Arturo above with some children.) It is an intense, short time spent together. An adventure where you get close faster because you live together, break bread together, and work toward a common goal greater than your own life. Plus there are so many unpredictable situations in Peru: protests, police bribes, equipment malfunctions, or the stand-offish way of the Ayamara. Its a quick initiation into the culture to have no toilets or heat. Not to mention a chicken’s foot floating around in your soup.
I was so much more content to wear my brother’s old blue jeans than dresses straight off the set of Little House on the Prairie. My mother won on Sundays,…
This time we went all the way there. If it weren’t for giant sequoia trees, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to see California. For some reason it always brought Hollywood…
Baggage is such a negative term. But, it doesn’t have to be. Along with all the usual baggage I dragged into adulthood from crummy teenage years and several dashed hopes,…
I put it off as long as I could. I mean I watched all of my old favorites, like Firefly, Lost, anything with David Tennant, and The Closer, multiple times….