Some of our time in Nicaragua was spent working with an organization in Chinindega, Nicaragua called Amigos for Christ. Yes, the name might be a little cheesy, but the ministry is one of the most legit I’ve come across during our time on the race. The heart and passion I saw from this ministry was challenging and encouraging and uplifting. Probably not what I would expect to say after spending two days digging a ditch. But it’s true.

The four girls from Team Deep Waters after a day in the ditch.
I didn’t even have to use my special “finding dirt” talent.

Our ditch-digging project took place in Chunco, a village outside of Chinindega. This village has no running water. Every morning these villagers collect water from a source outside of their village, bring in back to their homes and store it in open 50 gallon barrels, hoping that they will have enough for the day. I could be wrong on this statistic, but I believe it takes 40% of these villagers time and income to get water to live.

Part of the ditch we worked on.

The Water and Sanitation division of Amigos for Christ has started a project in this community to get running water to all of the homes in this village. Our part in this was digging a ditch to lay pipe from the tank above the village, starting towards the villagers homes. There will be teams coming behind us to continue on with this project. The American and Nicaraguan staff members continue this work even when there aren’t teams in country.

Kris and Rachael working hard.

During our time in Chunco we worked alongside Nicaraguans from the village. We ate dirt. We sweated. We got blisters. It was glorious.

Tyler Samuelson working on the “rock pit” part of the ditch.

Here’s another blog about some of our time with Amigos for Christ, written by one of my teammates, Rachael Ratz. She does an amazing job of capturing some of the vision held by this ministry and what our experience was walking through the Chinindega city dump which borders a community.

Our days with Amigos were some of the sweetest times of seeing Christianity lived out, of seeing Love lived minute by minute. Even when it meant dirt and sweat and blisters. Maybe even more powerfully because of the blisters.

Garrett showing off his blisters.             Rachael and I went with the taped hands for day 2.