It was time for us to begin the VBS program with the children of El Zapatillo. Each of us was recognized by name and invited to come to the front … Continue reading ¿como te llamas?
After completing our mission in El Zapatillo, we spent a day on the Rio Dulce and traveled to Livingston by boat. It was a grand trip. We had lunch in … Continue reading Help me! Help me please!
It was time for our Vacation Bible School and all the children gathered in their chairs. The small chairs in front, then the medium sized chairs and then the large … Continue reading Rosa Sings
One of the great ironies of life is that Beauty and Danger are best friends. I’ve never been one to shy from courting both Beauty and Danger and on this … Continue reading Dancing on the Rooftops
When we arrived in El Zapatillo we were directed to our sleeping quarters. The men were on the ground floor of the new preschool, the ladies in a small building. … Continue reading Why are we here?
When coming into a new place like this I never know what kind of reception there will be. Will we be welcomed here and what will we face. I felt … Continue reading Coconut Greetings
In an earlier post, I asked the question, “How is God working here?”, and I’ve been trying to show little by little how God was moving in El Zapatillo and … Continue reading Getting Real
Every year our youth get together with other churches (34 this year) in the area for 180 Weekend. It includes over 1,000 area youth. Last year we had a young … Continue reading 180 Weekend – To whom or what?
We got up at 4am, grabbed our lunches and headed for the bus station for the ride to Rio Dulce. The comfort and convenience of the Guatemalan bus system that … Continue reading Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Whoop, Johnny… the long bus ride
There is something awe inspiring about this specific tree. With a massive trunk reaching to the heavens it stands tall above all the others. It tells all the other trees, “Here … Continue reading “The” Tree
The bus was packed tight as was our luggage. The ride to the group home was slow, stop and go. The air was thick with exhaust fumes from the traffic … Continue reading The Group Home
Upon arriving in Guatemala City we gathered ourselves, our luggage and ventured through the doors into the streets. There were people everywhere standing around the doors and guards were pushing … Continue reading Arriving in Guatemala City