We got back in the truck and headed to another village for several days last week.
Mel Gibson aptly described our mornings on her blog:
“Roosters cock-a-doodling, dogs barking, turkeys gobbling, ducks quacking,
people chatting, trucks passing by, and Spanish music blaring
caused me, in my tent, to unpeel my sweaty body from my sleeping mat,
wedge some ear plugs in, put eye mask back on, roll over and pray.”
The villagers do their laundry, bathe, and play in the river.
It’s also the water they drink and cook with.
I wish I could post more photos, but there was a lot of nakedness going on (not by us!
As you can see, we were ultra-modest with our clothes on.).
And how could we refuse them?!


that the villagers are facing: poverty, drunkenness, abuse, sickness, hopelessness.
A woman named Rosa recently attempted suicide because of her husband’s infidelity.
Churches are divided and not meeting the needs of their congregations,
so people are turning back to witchcraft.

He faithfully reaches out to his community, and
we were honored to join him in prayer,
boldly assuring him that he’s not alone in this work and
that God has equipped and empowered him by the Holy Spirit.
Despite the difficulties, he presses on in joy.
Vomos a juegar!
It is such a blessing to come alongside our brothers and sisters in Christ around the world!

I say, “Si! Here I am.”
