Our hosts met us and our numerous bags with an "autobus." Guatemala City apparently has no public freeways. Twist. Turn. Turn. Twist. Turn within 3 inches of a corner. I greatly admire the skill of the bus driver. After about 45 minutes, we came to the compound, a spacious house with dorm-style bedrooms. The compound is on Lake Amititlán, and it is truly beautiful.
We ministered to a small village near Guatemala City. I will admit that it was an eye-opener. I don't think of myself as materially rich, not at all. But to many of these people, my modest dwelling would seem to be a palace. I didn't have time to feel sad--no time for paralysis. We needed to be about the Lord's work, performing the tasks that we had been anticipating for months.
While the men were building a small house for a family there, the rest of us taught Bible school, reading Bible accounts in Spanish, managing projects, teaching them about Jesus, and just talking to them in general. Here are a few pictures of what we did.
Over beautiful mountainous terrain...
About to make an exciting landing...
A fruit stand in the village. Those carrots on the left were as big around as an average sized glass.
I don't want to show too much about the private dwellings, but this picture and the ones below will give you an idea.
Folks gotta eat. There is nothing quite like meshing with another culture.
Again, folks gotta eat. The picture above and the two below show some of the food donations. Thanks to a lot people in our church (and not in our church), we were able to provide NUTRITION for others!
Yay! Colorful bags with things people need, physically and spiritually. Thanks to the Gideons, we were able to include a Spanish New Testament with every bag.
At the end of Bible school, we passed out toy bags full of things that had been donated by friends in the USA.