Things are still going well for us. People’s stomachs have chilled out and everyone is healthy.
Yesterday afternoon we spilt into two groups. One group visted homes in Zone 18 that the ministry sponsors and dropped off some much needed food, prayer, and love. The other group split up hundreds of pounds of food that was donated to the ministry from the local market and filled bags for local familes who came by and picked them up. Both outreaches were great blessings for the people and the teams.
I was able to go with Pastor Troy and Penny’s family, Jose, and a few other Guatemalans for visitation. We visited the home of a 70+ year old woman who is in a wheelchair. She lives in a dirt floor house and shares her bedroom with her chickens. Although she is needing care herself, she is taking care of an 80+ year old man who has almost totally lost his eyesight and a 12 year old boy that she took in off the street and calls “son”. This lady was not home at the time, but the older man and the boy were.
We asked the older man if he had ever received Jesus as his Savior. He began to tell us how he had a dream where God visted him and took him to a bed where he could rest awhile. This bed flowed down a river. He saw many other things, but when we pressed him about him receiving Jesus, he told me that he didn’t know him. He said, “I do not have anyone to tell me about him, but I would really like to hear what you have to say.” Pastor Troy preached the Gospel to him and he prayed to receive Jesus into his heart! He was filled with joy that we would visit and pray for him. We also prayed for his eyesight and he said he was able to see better. Many other people had promised to visit this man, but they never came. I’m glad God let us have the honor.
I couldn’t help notice that it had probably been months since this man had any king of washing. Forget a warm shower, I am talking about someone just washing his hands! Pastor Penny said she would never forget the picture of the dirt under his long finger nails. His clothes were filthy and there he sat all day, with no one to talk to. His house, if you can call it that, was in complete disarray. Can you imagine what this older lady has to go through on a daily basis just to provide for her family?
As we walked back down the slippery sloped walkway back to the ministry center, I couldn’t help but think what it would be like to live in that kind of poverty day in and day out. Heck, I feel like I am suffering when I am sleeping on this 2 inch thick mattress in the bunk bed. With these kinds of images etched into our minds, I think it will be much harder to complain about anything again. God help us!