
During the day there were moments when Pastor Alan felt truly inspired by what he saw and was doing in Guatemala. At other times he was just plain down and dirty from playing in the cement! ;-)


Back from lunch and the usual baños run, we were ready for our last day of VBS—and so were about 90 children! Later we were told that was the most they ever had in a VBS program at that church! We heard the last of the stories (Peter and the miraculous catch, read by Oscar, our helper), sang songs, played the Let My People Go game, and made bead and wooden cross necklaces, while the men finished last minute details at the house.
We couldn’t have survived the week without the help of Karla, our interpreter
and Pastor Andre, whose church we were using,
and a young man by the name of Oscar, who loved practicing his English and was great at cleaning up. We headed back home to another delicious supper and a special dessert from Pastor Andre, when we were reminded of God’s mighty power through an earthquake tremor after supper that evening.
At the Hotel every night we wait around the table expecting Carlos & Nora to drive up around 7:00. But it is not just us - a youth group from Arkansas is also interested in what we are having to eat. Plus, tonight Andre had said he would make us something special for a dessert. So, tonight we had baked chicken in Carlos's special sauce (I think it was a mojo with honey- delectable); some of the most amazing potato salad I have ever had (it was tiny potatoes, tiny carrots, freshly picked uncooked English peas, green onions, celery); cream de pollo soup (yum - with cilantro); fresh, warm tortillas; and yet another amazing dessert item from Andre - Banana Cream Pie. This was not your jello brand banana creme filling, but made with fresh bananas and homemade custard (I think Andre's family owns a bakery in Brazil), homemade crust, and a somewhat solidified fudge crust on top. The fudge has only enough sweetness to tip the scales from unsweetened to sweetened fudge. Mmmmm. He has baked his way into our hearts.
I hear the rest of the group out on the patio laughing and playing Boomo on the patio, so I am being torn away.
'Til later . . .
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