




Buenos Dias.
It is cold here. We are working pretty much all day and at night we have this share time when we all come together. The tile floor is very cold and when we go to bed and wake up, the water in the shower is mucho frio.
I am sitting at the computer in a chullo = Peruvian hat. Sweatpants and sweatshirt someone bought me from a street vendor (we did not pack warm enough clothes).
Sunday our leader Mike was tasked with giving the sermon for the first church service for the church in Arequipa in their new building. It was fantastic!!!
It was hard work but it all disappeared when we worshipped together, some en espanol, some in english, in a renovated house that will be their church. Very cool.
The kids are all expressing what God has been teaching them. Quite a bit about boldness. We have visited two parks in two days witnessing God´s changing of hearts at both. They both were a bit scary but for diff. reasons. One was physically scary in that it was very very crowded and not the safest spot. I was nervous for the kids so decided to sit with all of our bags. They tell us someone could run by and grab something so it´s a tough job :) You know I have to be ready to go off on someone...haha. I will say, hey give me that, your mom will be mad at you right?? Then they´ll just hand it back to me...that´s a joke.
Anyway, there is a guy with us too but on with the story. BTW, there are quite a few men here with us that are doing a great job of policing the border each time we go out. Many many times I have felt unsafe and turn and there is one of them, watching me, smiling, remembering I can continue.
So as I was standing there a man I´d met earlier at the church, an usher, greeter I guess? he was giving me a look to join him. He was witnessing to two teenagers. We began to talk to them about the world being here (hand motion) and God being here (far away) the bridge between both broken because of blackness. The only way the world could move to God was Christ. It was cool to be a part of and we prayed together.
Yesterday we went to another park and were setting up. I had a bad feeling the skit would not go well for some reason. We were directly in the plaza of a catholic church. The doors of the church were open and I felt we were (brazen? I don´t know) to be doing the skit there...anyway. It didn´t happen, a security guard spoke to Mike and so we "just" ended up handing out tracts and spoke to people about Jesus.
I don´t even know how many came to Christ, at least three that I heard of and manymany seeds were planted. Thank God for His providence. We almost brought the kids home right after lunch because everyone was getting really tired after visiting three schools with manymany hands grabbing balloons, and get this, asking for us to sign their schoolnotebooks. So instead of signing my name, Itook the oppt to have each one I was asked (at least 50) to learn and repeat God loves me. How fun that was. The children were so eager to say hello.
Not only out there, but in here, God is doing great things. I know you all love pics, I would, so I will try to get some up, they take so long to do, but it is fun to see them. It gives you eyes too of what is up here.
I pray for you reading today, mom, Katie, other parents, strangers = well, friends of the kids here...
I pray you not take for granted your warm shower this am. That your hot eggs or your warm bed or your refrigerator or your car or your lack of...distract you from the wonder of our mighty, mighty God. That today you determine in your heart to be perservering in trial. To be patient in affliction, that you look for what God is teaching through it.
Romans 5, 2 Cor 11 at the end I think, my bible is in my room with Rachel who is getting much needed sleep. Paul was beaten, shipwrecked, and still his love for Christ compelled him. I thank God for that lesson this frio, frio, am.
ANd guess what, in about five hours, the sun that is so close you can almost touch it will be faithful to warm the whole earth to testify of who He is.