Playing Safety

I told Faith a couple weeks ago that lately I feel like we are playing a safety defense here. This is a basketball analogy, which is odd because I’ve never been a big sports fan and, ever since it mattered, have really stunk at basketball. But here it is. Rather than a man-on-man defense, where we have a specific ministry here in Madera that we are helping out with day after day, there are times when we seem like we are here and we just help out with whatever ministry groups seem to need our help for the week. Here are our newest game highlights:

We’ve in the past month begun paying for some local help for the children’s home in the form of a laundry person. When we lived here a year and a half ago, one thing we did was to pay – via donations from our church – for a cook and a laundry person 2 or 3 days a week. There are not nearly so many kids here now, but it is still a load of work to run a home like this, and one thing that the directors did mention to us that would help them out was to have someone come in and do laundry a couple times a week. At this point we are paying for this out of our own budget; besides helping the directors at the home out and also providing a little much-needed employment, we feel the increased relations between the home and the local people and different churches here in Madera will have some long-lasting benefits.

About 3 weeks ago, one of the directors was out of town for about a week and it was back to taking kids to and from school, picking up tortillas, hanging out playing basketball and generally being around.

Last week a couple of guys, Mike and Jack, were down from Grace Place church in Colorado. Almost three years ago when we’d been here for about 6 weeks and were wondering if we’d ever hear English again, we suddenly we came upon a group of gringos in town. They were here working w/ the church that we now call home. Amazingly enough, we’ve been able to stay in some contact and this last week were able to return their favor of English conversation, coffee, and a jar of dill pickles with translating Spanish for them. They came down to work with the local Red Cross here in Madera (the local ambulance service here) but speak ni siquiera una palabra of Spanish. We spent a bit of time with them while they were here, translating between them and the Red Cross guys (who speak ni siquiera una palabra of English) and also our pastor here. Alan was here for some of the time and helped w/ several things but then he had to go to Huapoca and I got left holding the bag. There was a personal high for me (Faith) in speaking w/ another person at our door for about 10 minutes before she asked the question “De donde son?” (which translates ‘where are you from’ ) and my answer was of course, WA. She immediately asked me in ENGLISH, “Then why are we speaking in spanish???” She said she couldn’t tell I was a gringa – sigh – a miracle. I was so tickled! But then pride goeth before a fall so says our favorite book and promptly the next day Jack came by and said they were going to need a translator - for a MEDICAL meeting they were having between the Red Cross, the PRESIDENT of the Red Cross, a local doctor, and Mike. O MIO…..I spent the rest of the afternoon repenting of my prideful moment and asking God to send the rapture so I wouldn’t have to translate. I DON’T feel confident in my Spanish speaking abilities especially in a professional situation. Yikes…the rapture didn’t happen and somehow we got through. My pastor was there too and later told Alan that I did a great job. I retorted back and said that he didn’t speak any English so he couldn’t tell. We all started laughing and I called my pastor a liar right to his face; I promptly apologized and have been forgiven.

Also, last week was Semana Santa – holy week in the Catholic world – when everyone here goes on vacation, and Wednesday through Sunday of last week I (Alan) spent in Huapoca helping out with campers there. Friday and Saturday evenings the camp holds a tent church meeting, showing a film of the Easter story and also presenting a message, and about 30 people made a decision for Christ. Sunday I came home, and then Tuesday we went back out to Huapoca to work with a regional Christian youth camp for local teens. It was awesome to see so many of these local teens spending their vacation learning about living a purposeful, extreme life for Christ. One activity the campers did was rock climbing, which Faith and I oversaw. After explaining the basics of rock climbing and showing how not to damage oneself – all in Spanish – and then belaying 30 teenagers plus pastors and teachers to the top and down again, some of them multiple times, we were ready for a break. We were able to hang out some with them and are blessed by the experience and the fellowship. We returned home yesterday to try and get a blog update done, sort through our taxes and try to make a couple of phone calls before the new week starts.

One final piece of news that we want to share is that Faith and I are planning to take some time this spring and visit her sister in Portugal. We have had plans to visit Europe on the back burner since about 7-1/2 months before Riley was born. Since Faith’s sister moved to Portugal we have wanted to visit her and see her world, and with her time there potentially coming to an end in the not-so-distant future, we have decided to take the opportunity while she’s there and we have a place to stay. It should go without saying, but nowadays perhaps isn’t and ought to be expressly specified, that all money related to this trip is coming out of our personal savings and is in no way related to donated missions money.