That was the first question as we looked at one of the three bridges we had to cross. Put together by planks of wood tied to each other with wire. We started across and through many wobbles and shakes and scares we finally made it across. These bridges are in
Santa Maria, a tiny village our team got to visit. It´s at the end of the road, literally. White people don´t come out this far. They don´t
care. But we do.
How much can you do in one day? A lot. A bunch of shy children turn into first class singers of the word. We share the bible in a village that has maybe one. We sing and pray for the sick and love the people. That´s all we can do, that´s all they ask for.
This past week has been an experience. Sharing Jesus with people is so much fun. The kids are so eager to learn, and praying in church is an experience one should not miss. Faces tell stories that
break your heart and make you sing.
This week has been like that bridge. It looks scary, it is scary, but the view is worth the risk.
