Now that we're finished with Spanish school and are in Guatemala City full time, we've been blessed to be part of the day to day life at the ministry. One of the tasks that needs to be performed from time to time is going to the local mall to get money out of an ATM machine and then take it to the bank that is also in the mall. This mall would rival the Town Center Mall in Boca Raton in its elegance. Many of the stores are the same as what we would see in the States...Hilfiger, Gap...top names...and now, with its beautiful Christmas decorations. And I'm sure the prices match the surroundings, as well. It's not unusual, during one of our "bank runs" that we say to each other "where are we?" as we walk from one end of the mall to the other.
Not 15 minutes earlier we were washing the grimy hands of the homeless young men who are high on glue fumes, feeding them and the dozens of children and moms who had come for perhaps their only meal that day. As you know, four days each week, The Servant's Heart staff takes food to the people that live around the city dump. The sores on the hands, arms and faces of the men who spend most of their lives in a state of half consciousness are caked with dirt and grime. We barely get the first layer off as they wash their hands before receiving their food. I see Hugo2 taking time to chat with Carmen who is on crutches, probably as a result of MS, and the lady whose arm is still immobilized after I can't remember how many months after being hit by a garbage truck. Victor is there, who always raises his hat , ready for a kiss on the cheek. I see these guys who are high making sure the little ones get ahead of them in the food line. And stooping down to look the little kids in the eyes, asking their names, washing their little hands before they eat...sweet. It's pretty surreal as we sandwich this between two trips to the mall that day.
What is important? What is lasting? What will bring God glory? I can't think of having anything in that mall that would surpass the experience of giggling with one of the children or praying for the young men as we watch them staggering away with their bowl of soup dripping hot liquid on their hands or seeing the relief in the eyes of the mom who knows her kids will have this meal today. But, really, on this day of contrasts, God is at work in both places; in the lives of the people wandering the mall, and in the lives of the people who are covered with layers of garbage grime. We thank Him for the opportunity to serve Him wherever we find our feet each day. May God bless you as you serve Him where your feet travel today!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Did you hear the fiestas??

The second fiesta began in the afternoon. Kevin and I, along with Manuel and his family and Andy took a bit of a drive over the long bridge that crosses the huge ravine leading into downtown Guatemala City. Those of you who have been here may remember the drive to the central market in the City where you look out and see hundreds of shanties built on the sides of this deep ravine. We've talked about how devastating torrential rains would be to these homes made of tin and cardboard. After seeing the devastation in Bangladesh this week, I realize how vulnerable the people in the shanties here would be. Well, after crossing the bridge, we found our way down a narrow street leading into a little pueblo with the familiar tiendas and lots of families milling about on a sunny Sunday afternoon. We parked the van and piled out. I thought we must have parked in
Well, the time came for another I can't even tell you how many people to come in, so it was time for us to give up our seats at the table so they could eat. And after lots of goodbyes, it was also time for us to begin the hike back up the ravine! Holy moley, what a hike that was. Most of the people from the ministry were leaving as well, so I had little Adi and Yoseline grabbing onto my hands, Kevin had Joaquin and Andrea, Andy was with Ana, and we walked and walked and huffed and puffed till we reached the van. More goodbyes (goodbyes are very important here! almost as important as hellos!) but to my surprise, eight more Guatemalans joined the already 9 of us to drive back to the ministry neighborhood! Guess the fiesta wasn't over yet! We talked and laughed our way back.
Kevin and Andy and I all agreed that it was one day that we will not
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