Wow. What an incredible day. After working on the benches some more--we completely painted one, built two, and primed six--we had a quick lunch and went into Santa Lucia, a local village. Casa hosted a block party that had a huge amount of people show up..somewhere between 300-500. Crazy, I know. We made cotton candy, had a moon bounce, and a clown was even there to make balloon animals for the kids. In the middle of it all, one of the long-term missionaries shared the Good News using an "EvangeCube" which I thought was hilarious (but great, don't get me wrong). There was a gorgeous, small waterfall with lime trees around it that we were able to pick and have with our sweet tea at dinner. The people there, though, were so real. They have a simple life with very few "things" and were just so happy to see us. There were 80 year old men and women willing to wait 20 minutes in line for a bit of cotton candy, kids that would run and pick up bag-fulls of trash just to win a pencil. If this was all we did in Guatemala it would be totally worth it. Except it doesn't end there. God fell on us as a group as we shared during our group-time today. Wow, again! Tear-filled prayers and amazing, personal testimonies could pretty much sum up what occurred except it was so. much. more. To top it off, God showed me just how sovereign He is: This morning, after learning that the Little Rock, Arkansas high school cheerleaders that are here with us don't like apples, of which we have many, I jokingly commented on how "ironic" that was because of the whole original sin thing with Eve taking the first bite of the apple. Bennett was quick to rebut saying, "How do you know it was an apple? It could have been any fruit. Heck, it could've been a watermelon for all we know." I replied, "Watermelons don't grow on trees...duh." Well, while we're in Santa Lucia I look at a tree on the side of the dirt road that goes through the middle of the block on which we're celebrating. On it is growing large, green, melon-type fruits. I didn't believe this. I asked a local and she said, "Yeah, that's a watermelon." So on the same day that I said, "Watermelons can't grow on trees," God responds with a loud and resilient, "Oh yes they can, for I will not fit into the box you try to put Me in."
Wow. What an incredible day. After working on the benches some more--we completely painted one, built two, and primed six--we had a quick lunch and went into Santa Lucia, a local village. Casa hosted a block party that had a huge amount of people show up..somewhere between 300-500. Crazy, I know. We made cotton candy, had a moon bounce, and a clown was even there to make balloon animals for the kids. In the middle of it all, one of the long-term missionaries shared the Good News using an "EvangeCube" which I thought was hilarious (but great, don't get me wrong). There was a gorgeous, small waterfall with lime trees around it that we were able to pick and have with our sweet tea at dinner. The people there, though, were so real. They have a simple life with very few "things" and were just so happy to see us. There were 80 year old men and women willing to wait 20 minutes in line for a bit of cotton candy, kids that would run and pick up bag-fulls of trash just to win a pencil. If this was all we did in Guatemala it would be totally worth it. Except it doesn't end there. God fell on us as a group as we shared during our group-time today. Wow, again! Tear-filled prayers and amazing, personal testimonies could pretty much sum up what occurred except it was so. much. more. To top it off, God showed me just how sovereign He is: This morning, after learning that the Little Rock, Arkansas high school cheerleaders that are here with us don't like apples, of which we have many, I jokingly commented on how "ironic" that was because of the whole original sin thing with Eve taking the first bite of the apple. Bennett was quick to rebut saying, "How do you know it was an apple? It could have been any fruit. Heck, it could've been a watermelon for all we know." I replied, "Watermelons don't grow on trees...duh." Well, while we're in Santa Lucia I look at a tree on the side of the dirt road that goes through the middle of the block on which we're celebrating. On it is growing large, green, melon-type fruits. I didn't believe this. I asked a local and she said, "Yeah, that's a watermelon." So on the same day that I said, "Watermelons can't grow on trees," God responds with a loud and resilient, "Oh yes they can, for I will not fit into the box you try to put Me in."
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