That’s a lot of tamales!

They made HOW many tamales? 600! The ladies at the ministry had been cooking for days and well into the night. Soaking corn, washing and cooking banana leaves, cooking the chicken, going down the street to have the re-hydrated corn ground into the thick play dough-like substance, wrapping the leaf around each portion of corn meal…it was quite a process. And there were so many!! Each year at Christmas, the ministry brings a very special meal to the people in La Libertád (meaning “free land,” the squatter’s area around the dump). This was going to be a feast!

We loaded up Rodrigo with 3 huge plastic bins full of tamales and 6 bags of pan (pronounced “pahn”, meaning bread), several containers full of juice bags which the ladies had filled and tied, and enough Styrofoam plates and plastic forks to feed an army. Most of us walked down to our usual site where we serve The Provision at the edge of the squatters’ area, as only Hugo1 fit in the back end of the overloaded pickup. Some of the ministry staff had taken invitations around to the shanties inviting people for this special meal, so when we rounded the corner at the end of the shanties, we were met with an already huge crowd! It took some doing, but Hugo1 led the task of separating the hundreds into lines of children and adults. We always like to be sure the kids get their meals first. Numbers were handed out and the children and adults waited in line to wash their hands before receiving their special Christmas meal.

There were lots of familiar faces that we see every day. We saw quite a few of our ministry kids with their little brothers and sisters. But there were hundreds of new faces that we were able to greet and give a Christmas smile. It took about two hours to hand out every last tamale and a few people who had waited all that time only received some bread and a juice bag.

Standing there watching this huge crowd of hungry people made me wonder what Jesus would have been thinking as He was constantly surrounded by hungry, sick crowds. He could have fed every one of them, but knew that feeding them physically wasn’t as important as feeding their souls with the Living Bread and Water. There will always be more hungry people than tamales, but we press on with the prayer that God would use these moments when maybe a smile or a hand on the shoulder or a hug might be a seed of love planted that will grow into faith one day.