Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday night at our house
What do you do on a Sunday night at your house? We are in the middle of a couple of weeks of conferences with our national directors from all over South America. It's a quiet evening home, and I got to thinking about all the boards that the Tae kwan do team from Miami left behind. I challenged Andrew to see who could build the highest tower. Here's his effort - you can see his construction assistant with him! The last photo shows the tower in mid-crash.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Reality strikes
A week into our new term in Bolivia and we are reminded of the differences between life at home and life here.
Last night on the way home from an event at around 9 p.m., we came to an impromptu police checkpoint. The officer came to the window and I showed him my various stickers on the windshield that make the car legal: insurance, inspection, third license plate sticker. He asked where we had been and where we were going, and wanted to see my driver's license. Satisfied with all of the above, he asked me to blow in his face - apparently checking for any whiff of liquor on my breath.
Such is life in Bolivia. The police can stop you any time, any place for any or no reason at all. It will never feel right. Our motto for living here is "it's not wrong, it's just different". These kind of police stops are not only uncomfortable, they just feel wrong.
Last night on the way home from an event at around 9 p.m., we came to an impromptu police checkpoint. The officer came to the window and I showed him my various stickers on the windshield that make the car legal: insurance, inspection, third license plate sticker. He asked where we had been and where we were going, and wanted to see my driver's license. Satisfied with all of the above, he asked me to blow in his face - apparently checking for any whiff of liquor on my breath.
Such is life in Bolivia. The police can stop you any time, any place for any or no reason at all. It will never feel right. Our motto for living here is "it's not wrong, it's just different". These kind of police stops are not only uncomfortable, they just feel wrong.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Joy of the Lord
Just before we left for furlough in the U.S., I wrote about Rodrigo. He was a guy who received Christ with great joy in his heart and deep repentance. The first time he met with our men's small group, his prayer request was that God would change his life. It was hard to leave Bolivia just a few days later and hope that Rodrigo would stay involved and begin to grow in Christ.
We arrived back in Santa Cruz last week and immediately welcomed a team from Christ Fellowship church in Miami. We always involve our university students with the Americans and to my delight Rodrigo was on the list. Last night he was right up front leading the group of children as the American team played music. I thought you'd enjoy a picture of him. God is amazing!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Back in Santa Cruz
I arrived back in Bolivia on Wednesday and spent two full days opening up the house, de-ticking the dogs, paying the power and phone bills, charging a car battery and buying car insurance. Whew! I guess we're ready to get on with life! Jeanie and Andrew left early this morning from Portland and, God willing, will be here tomorrow morning.
The team from Christ Fellowship in Miami arrived late last night. All the luggage arrived with the exception of a big soundboard they will need for the music team. It came in this morning, so Pastor Berch from CF and I went back to the airport in my newly insured Pathfinder to get the equipment.
After we picked it up, as we were going through an intersection, I was clipped by a truck. Of course it was 100% his fault :)
I stormed out of the car like a typical American guy and started talking? to the young truck driver. He accepted at least 50% of the blame and suggested that we drive to a body shop and get an estimate. (His suggestion in itself is pretty miraculous in Bolivia.) I was to follow him in my car, so to be sure he didn't just drive off, I had Pastor Berch (no Spanish) ride in the truck with the driver. The body shop gave us an estimate of $50 plus maybe another $40 in parts. You should see the damage. It would be $800 in the US.
Jose Alberto, the truck driver, rode with us from the body shop in my car for another quote on a part and we got to talking. I found out he and his wife have a daughter and had a baby boy who died a year ago. We talked more and I shared my story about knowing Jesus as my personal Savior. As I shared God's offer of eternal life with him, he prayed with me, right out loud, to receive Christ. We exchanged phone numbers and look forward to having coffee together.
We got back to the hotel in time for lunch. God really uses circumstances to open new conversations and new relationships. Please pray for Jose Alberto and his family.
We got back to the hotel in time for lunch. God really uses circumstances to open new conversations and new relationships. Please pray for Jose Alberto and his family.
Here's a photo of the team from Miami. Pray for us this week as we share Christ's love with lots of young people like Jose Alberto.
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