Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Chile Journal Entry 3

Wednesday, July 17, 2008 - 11PM

Our first full day on the field was a great one! We were all very excited and nervous and anxious to get started wit the actual ministry today and work with the kids. We had several translators working with us today: Karen, who has been in Chile for 20+ years working in Valparaiso on the beach with college students and women as an IMB missionary from Kentucky; Camila, an amazing young lady from Santiago with a great personality and a heart to come to America as an exchange student; Jarrett, an MK who has lived in Chile for a good portion of his life (His father works as the head financial guy in the SAM region office); and Clayton, Cliff an Cinthy's younger son who is starting his senior year this year, and has grown up in Uruguay all his life with the exception of the past year.

Our first Bible club is at Betel Baptist Mission in Nunoa, which is pastored by Ruben and his wife Sandra. Nunoa is a middle class area of Santiago, so the children aren't in extreme poverty, but you can also tell that there are differences between the way they grow up and the way an average American child grows up. Betel Baptist Mission is held in an apartment complex in the community room, so we have one large room to work with, one very small kitchen, and an outdoor soccer court (assuming that our group gets to the court before anyone else does to claim it). Every day we lead music, Bible stories, recreation, and crafts. Our first rotation today was a little rough as we figured out what wasn't going to work, but soon things were moving smoothly. We are basing everything we do off of the wordless book (or the color book, using the colors black (sin), red (Jesus' blood), white (forgiveness and cleanness), gold (heaven and God's promises to us), and green (continual growth in God)); so, in crafts they made evangelism bracelets, talking about the different colors and what they remind us of. It's important in South American cultures to emphasize to them that the bracelets have no power, but they simply remind us of what God has already done for us. . . this is because of all the shrines and talismans that the Catholic Church teaches here, which causes a lot of confusion. In Bible study, we taught about heaven, and what it will be like, and used that to lead into discussing sin and how it separates us from God. They also did a great job of teaching the kids Juan 3:16. They played frisbee in recreation, and in music we sang "Yo tengo un amigo que me ama," and "I'm in the Lord's Army," along with "Hay vida in Jesus" for some of the older kids. It was a blessed time, and so great to see the children having fun and hearing about Jesus.

After lunch at Burger King (they really like avocados on their burgers here and they call it 'Italiano' because the avocado, tomatoes, and onions make red, white, and green, just like the Italian flag. . .weird!), we walked to the church in Nunoa. There we met Cristian, who works with the youth and music at the church, and Carmen Gloria, who is the associate pastor at the church and helped organize the VBS there along with Lorena. We did much of the same things here, helping them with their VBS. Thankfully Cristian was there, because the schedule got messed up, and instead of having 30 minutes with the first rotation, we had 55! We ran out of songs that we had prepared very quickly, but thankfully he was able to step in with Carmen Gloria and help us out so much!

At night, we had a great time with dinner, having empanadas, a common South American dish (though Cliff says they make them larger here in Chile than anywhere else); there were queso empanadas (exactly what you think they are), Nepolitano ones (pizza like, with ham, cheese, and tomato), and Pino (with beef, tons of onions, and hard-boiled eggs. . . interesting to say the least). Then, we prayed and planned for the next day, praising God for our great first full day of ministry!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Chile Journal Entry 2


July 15th - Santiago, Chile

I can't remember another day of such conflicting emotions before. Although I was exhausted, flying into Santiago, seeing the Southern Andes, seeing this beautiful city with its beautiful people for the first time. . . All these things set my soul singing this morning; singing songs like "Indescribable," "God of Wonders," and "Mighty to Save." I was so thrilled to be here, and assured even more about my calling to international missions in South America. My heart was touch by the people, by listening to Cliff tell me how he and Cinthy ended up in Uruguay and then Chile, and seeing their passion and struggle to reach the people of Santiago. All of these things made me so excited!!. . . .

. . . . But in just one moment, my whole attitude changed! When I went to pay for lunch at the restaurant, I discovered that my passport, credit cards, driver's license, and cash had all been stolen! I was crushed, upset, angry, embarrassed. . . and suddenly less sure about anything than I had been just 5 minutes earlier. Was my faith really so weak that this small act caused me to lose faith and doubt my calling, my future, and this trip? Am I really that shallow, that one lost blessing could cause me to turn an angry fist towards God? In the end, I had lost very little. . . some cash was missing, my passport could be replaced, and all the money on the credit cards was saved. The main thing that was gone was my pride, and my sense of self-reliance. . . . I felt shamed in front of my youth group, and my attitude that I could 'handle' South America was gone. I couldn't even handle a 10 minute bus ride. . . how can I support my family moving here, living here, ministering here?

God, I need you desperately, to guard my heart, and give me a strong dependence on You! Thank you for using trials to slowly remove my pride and self-sufficiency, and make me lean more and more on you each day!

Chile Journal Entry 1


July 14, 2008 - On a plane to Santiago

Well, we're finally out of America and on our way, and so far we've been blessed with great travel, good company, and no airport troubles!

I continue to be amazed at the blessings that God has given to me. I'll never understand why God chose to use me with these students and this church, and I continue to be humbled at His goodness in spite of my sin and inadequacy.

I can't wait to be on the ground, see Cliff and his family, and set eyes on this city I've been praying for for so long! I am excited, but also a little scared and apprehensive, too. God, will you really call me and my family to a place like this? Is it arrogance to think that You'd ever desire to let me serve You as a missionary? I can't even control my own life, so who am I to think that You'd use me to reach those that I cannot even speak to at this point?

God, my desire is to trust you, let you purify my life, and go wherever you send me and my amazing family. I'll just pray that I'll have the strength of faith and character to leave everything behind and follow You when You call me. . .
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