Hello All,
Hope that everyone is doing great. The first week in Baños went really well. On Monday and Tuesday we worked in Baños, Wednesday we went to Pondoa (a town literally at the foot of the Volcano Tungurahua--for part of the day we coold see the peak and the smoke coming out of it), on Thursday we went to Rio Verde, and Friday to Rio Negro. The volunteers have been great and I have already picked up with friends I made over the last two years and new ones that I have met during this time. My main job for the past week has been to help lead the volunteers when we have group activities (worship, a couple of devotions, trips) and translating for Dr. Chinenye Iwuji (Nigerian but working as a doctor in England). It has been a great experience and I have enjoyed working with everyone. I actually feel we are having too much fun and that I should be sacrificing a bit more. I will look for opportunities this week...
Yesterday I went with 15 other volunteers to the Jungle near Puyo. We went with guides from an agency in Baños. One in particular, named Angel, went with us last year also and is not only a great guide, but incredibly funny. In the morning we went to a monkey rescue home in the Jungle. There they had about 40 monkeys of 5 different species (spider monkeys, white something monkeys and 3 other types that I have to write down the names for). It was absolutely amazing being able to play with the monkeys. I held several and had others crawl all over me (they were pretty good size). One spider monkey dragged me around the yard holding me with his hand and tail (which they have very good control of) and tried to take me into the home. I took a really cool video while he was doing this. I also took other photos of all the monkeys and the other animals there...
But I lost all these photos this morning! I accidently reformatted my card and erased all of the pictures I took yesterday (monkeys, jungle, waterfalls, canoeing, hiking, rivers). Needles to say I am a bit bummed out, but I will survive and I will definitely have the opportunity to go back later. I talked to Angel about possible taking a week long treck into the jungle in September or October.
Today I went horseback riding with a few volunteers. We headed up into a revine at the foot of Tungarahua and could hear it rumbling almost the whole time. Tonight we are going to church at the Baptist church in town and I was asked to play a few songs for the service--I´m thinking: Holy Hands, You Said, Nothing But the Blood, and/or It Is Well With My Soul.
Well, I´ve got to go, but I hope that everyone back home is doing great and Happy Father´s Day to all the fathers! With love,
Owen
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
A Little Bit of In Between
Hello All, hope you're doing great! I don't have much time to write, so I wanted to just give a little overview of the last week and what coming up soon:
The outreach in La Bota went great last week. We had 115 kids come. We played a few games, painted faces, sang some songs (I played one called "Estas Aqui" and the children sang along), had a gospel message, and gave sandwiches and drink to all the kids ( we ran out part way through and had to go down the hill to by more bread and ham). We even had a clown--they are alot more popular here than in the States. Honestly, they have always given me the creeps, but he did a good job of leading the kids in games and singing so I guess it was ok ;). On Saturday afternoon I hung out with Daysi and her friend Andre (she is 20 years old and studying to be a Obstetrician) and in the night I practiced the song "De Tal Manera" with David, Daysi, Margarita, and Alexandra--all freinds from church. We then played it at church on Sunday morning-one time with all of us and the other with just me (plus five year old Matias who absolutely loves singing and ran up to sing with me) playing and singing along with the congregation. I should mention a little about Matias...
As I may have described before, Matias is the 5 year old son of Monolo Andrango (Susana's son) and Maria Dolores Andrango who live in an apartment built onto the home in which I am staying. Everytime I see Matias he ask "Puedes tocar tu guitarra?" meaning: "Can you play your guitar." He usually lets me play a couple songs then louds me with compliments and asks if he can play and sing to. He plays (all though he knows no chords or notes) left handed, so he turns the guitar upside down and backwards and strums with all his might. While is guitar playing ability is still yet to come (I'm confident he will be far better than me someday), he has a unique ability to belt out songs relatively on key, remember words for a ton of different songs, and is not shy about singing in front of others. Remember he is five years old--I could hardly read and was as timid as a mouse when I was that old.
On Sunday afternoon we went to Pintag to watch the Ecuador-Peru soccer game at a restaurant owned by friends of Patti and Alex. Pintag is about half an hour from Sanguaquil (I'm probably spelling it wrong) where Patti, Alex, Melanie, Gabrel, and Samuelito live. Pintag is also where we went for the bullfight. Ecuador won 2-1 (I think that was the score). Spent the night on Sunday in Sanguaquil and on Monday came back to Quito and helped run some errands around the city. I also started driving a little on Monday which as you can image is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
Tuesday did some more errands and bought general admission tickets for the Ecuador vs Argentina game on Wednesday night. Also we went to the school of Anahi (one of Susana's grandaughter's and daughter to Sonya and Govanni) to celebrate her 8th birthday. We had presents for each of the 12 kids in her class, food, cake, games and singing (I was asked to sing so I played James Taylor's "Handy Man," the song "Hallelujah" from the Shrek soundtrack--which I wrote some new words to and had the kids along with the hallelujah part, and "Happy Birthday" of course) Wednesday morning we drove to Sanguaquil and made tacos with Patti (I made the guacamoli) and then headed to the stadium to meet up with Daysi's friend Juan Pablo to watch the game.
Juan Pablo was a little getting there because of traffic, so we ended up not getting seats, but had a great view from the top of the stands where we stood for the entire game. We came to the game loaded with sunblock, in t-shirts, with sunglasses, and hoping not to get burned. As soon as we found our standing spot squished in between other unfortunate fans, we looked up to see the North sky extremely black (it was 2 oclock). While the sun was still on us for the next few minutes, we slowly watched the rain come towards us over the city. Needless to say, it ended up raining from about 2:30 until after the 4 oclock game was over. At several points we were able to hide under the end of a gigantic flag (about or more than 400 feet long) that was spread across our section of the stands as people jump and danced and cheered underneath it. In the three weeks I have been here, this was the first time it had rained for any extended period of time and instead of getting sunburned we shivered through the game and ran home to take lukewarm showers. But, Ecuador won 2-0 against Argentina which made the game very exciting. This was really import for Ecuador if they want to make it to the world cup next year in South Africa. The next qualifing game is in October against Columbia. Most likely Argentina will still make it, but Ecuador is veying for a spot in the top 4 in South America.
On Thursday I helped Nelson move dirt and rocks on the little piece of land in La Bota for more than 3 hours. It started raining about 5 minutes after we started and never stopped. At one point it was hailing and raining so hard that we hid under the over hang of the roof of a neighboring home. In the midst of the hail (probably a little bitter than M&Ms) I little boy-probably about 5 years old--with his sister on his back (probably about 2 years old) came trudging up the steep hill from the main street and passed us under the edge of the roof. Its hard to put this site into words, but the emotion and endurance displayed in the character of this little boy something I'll never forget.
After laboring for several hours with a little bit of help from a few African-Ecuadorian children that threw some rocks with us, we had leveled three large piles of dirt and rock (it seemed like millions of rocks) into one smaller and more flat surface (kind of like a stage). Our shoes and gloves where as black as the dirt and we had also dug a canal to make a small river (which we affectionately called Rio Bota) to channel the water off the property and into the street which falls at about a 60 degree angle below horizontal.
Today we finished up sorting through the stockpiles of medicine and supplies for the upcoming project by taking out the expired medices and putting the rest into different bins or bags labeled: Surgery, Gastric, Respiratory, Gynocology, Pharmacy, Health Education, Dental, Eye Glasses, etc. In the afternoon we went to Nelsons apartment and helped sort through donated shoes, clothes, stuffed animals, bags, and toys for the sale they we are going to do in La Bota tomorrow. We are going to sell everything for a very small amount and the proceeds will go towards the future plans to build a builing for classes, a cafeteria, church services, etc on the property that they own in La Bota. This is going to cost them a lot more money than they have so they are raising support and work on developing a restourant to sell (I forget exactly what it is called) a milk and corn drink and empinadas.
I also sent a Father's Day postcard to my Dad, today so I hope that gets to him on time ;)
Tomorrow most of the 62 participants will be arriving for the Banos project. We will be between the airport and the Hostal Carolina from 6 until 2 or 3 in the morning. Sunday morning, after the Ecuadorian's vote--they are obligated to unless they would like to pay 45 dollars--and the participants eat breakfast, we will start the 3 hour trip through the Andes to Banos. I was asked to look out for a 16 year old boy that is coming without his parents (he apparently speaks Spanish and wants to be a Neurosergeon) and to work with Doctor Harr Jang (the American director for the trip) as a helper and translator if needed. I will probably end up doing a bunch of other things that I don't know about yet.
In other news, (yes I broke my promise not to write so much--sorry;) ) I have been reading Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and have just gotten to the point where they reach Rivendel. It is a such a fun read and reminds me of when I was younger and my mother (whom I love very much) read it outloud do me by the fire in our home.
I've got some pictures, but I haven't had time to put them up yet...after the project hopefully. Today I could see about five sets(some with up to three peaks) of snow capped peaks from the roof.
Got to go to bed now, we've got to get up early to got to La Bota, then back home, then to Sanguaquil (an hour away) to celebrate Father's Day (a week early because Susana, Daysi, Me, and Govanni will be on the project on Father's Day), and go to the airport, sleep a couple hours, then get the volunteers ready to head to Banos. Fun!
Hope you're all doing great!
The outreach in La Bota went great last week. We had 115 kids come. We played a few games, painted faces, sang some songs (I played one called "Estas Aqui" and the children sang along), had a gospel message, and gave sandwiches and drink to all the kids ( we ran out part way through and had to go down the hill to by more bread and ham). We even had a clown--they are alot more popular here than in the States. Honestly, they have always given me the creeps, but he did a good job of leading the kids in games and singing so I guess it was ok ;). On Saturday afternoon I hung out with Daysi and her friend Andre (she is 20 years old and studying to be a Obstetrician) and in the night I practiced the song "De Tal Manera" with David, Daysi, Margarita, and Alexandra--all freinds from church. We then played it at church on Sunday morning-one time with all of us and the other with just me (plus five year old Matias who absolutely loves singing and ran up to sing with me) playing and singing along with the congregation. I should mention a little about Matias...
As I may have described before, Matias is the 5 year old son of Monolo Andrango (Susana's son) and Maria Dolores Andrango who live in an apartment built onto the home in which I am staying. Everytime I see Matias he ask "Puedes tocar tu guitarra?" meaning: "Can you play your guitar." He usually lets me play a couple songs then louds me with compliments and asks if he can play and sing to. He plays (all though he knows no chords or notes) left handed, so he turns the guitar upside down and backwards and strums with all his might. While is guitar playing ability is still yet to come (I'm confident he will be far better than me someday), he has a unique ability to belt out songs relatively on key, remember words for a ton of different songs, and is not shy about singing in front of others. Remember he is five years old--I could hardly read and was as timid as a mouse when I was that old.
On Sunday afternoon we went to Pintag to watch the Ecuador-Peru soccer game at a restaurant owned by friends of Patti and Alex. Pintag is about half an hour from Sanguaquil (I'm probably spelling it wrong) where Patti, Alex, Melanie, Gabrel, and Samuelito live. Pintag is also where we went for the bullfight. Ecuador won 2-1 (I think that was the score). Spent the night on Sunday in Sanguaquil and on Monday came back to Quito and helped run some errands around the city. I also started driving a little on Monday which as you can image is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
Tuesday did some more errands and bought general admission tickets for the Ecuador vs Argentina game on Wednesday night. Also we went to the school of Anahi (one of Susana's grandaughter's and daughter to Sonya and Govanni) to celebrate her 8th birthday. We had presents for each of the 12 kids in her class, food, cake, games and singing (I was asked to sing so I played James Taylor's "Handy Man," the song "Hallelujah" from the Shrek soundtrack--which I wrote some new words to and had the kids along with the hallelujah part, and "Happy Birthday" of course) Wednesday morning we drove to Sanguaquil and made tacos with Patti (I made the guacamoli) and then headed to the stadium to meet up with Daysi's friend Juan Pablo to watch the game.
Juan Pablo was a little getting there because of traffic, so we ended up not getting seats, but had a great view from the top of the stands where we stood for the entire game. We came to the game loaded with sunblock, in t-shirts, with sunglasses, and hoping not to get burned. As soon as we found our standing spot squished in between other unfortunate fans, we looked up to see the North sky extremely black (it was 2 oclock). While the sun was still on us for the next few minutes, we slowly watched the rain come towards us over the city. Needless to say, it ended up raining from about 2:30 until after the 4 oclock game was over. At several points we were able to hide under the end of a gigantic flag (about or more than 400 feet long) that was spread across our section of the stands as people jump and danced and cheered underneath it. In the three weeks I have been here, this was the first time it had rained for any extended period of time and instead of getting sunburned we shivered through the game and ran home to take lukewarm showers. But, Ecuador won 2-0 against Argentina which made the game very exciting. This was really import for Ecuador if they want to make it to the world cup next year in South Africa. The next qualifing game is in October against Columbia. Most likely Argentina will still make it, but Ecuador is veying for a spot in the top 4 in South America.
On Thursday I helped Nelson move dirt and rocks on the little piece of land in La Bota for more than 3 hours. It started raining about 5 minutes after we started and never stopped. At one point it was hailing and raining so hard that we hid under the over hang of the roof of a neighboring home. In the midst of the hail (probably a little bitter than M&Ms) I little boy-probably about 5 years old--with his sister on his back (probably about 2 years old) came trudging up the steep hill from the main street and passed us under the edge of the roof. Its hard to put this site into words, but the emotion and endurance displayed in the character of this little boy something I'll never forget.
After laboring for several hours with a little bit of help from a few African-Ecuadorian children that threw some rocks with us, we had leveled three large piles of dirt and rock (it seemed like millions of rocks) into one smaller and more flat surface (kind of like a stage). Our shoes and gloves where as black as the dirt and we had also dug a canal to make a small river (which we affectionately called Rio Bota) to channel the water off the property and into the street which falls at about a 60 degree angle below horizontal.
Today we finished up sorting through the stockpiles of medicine and supplies for the upcoming project by taking out the expired medices and putting the rest into different bins or bags labeled: Surgery, Gastric, Respiratory, Gynocology, Pharmacy, Health Education, Dental, Eye Glasses, etc. In the afternoon we went to Nelsons apartment and helped sort through donated shoes, clothes, stuffed animals, bags, and toys for the sale they we are going to do in La Bota tomorrow. We are going to sell everything for a very small amount and the proceeds will go towards the future plans to build a builing for classes, a cafeteria, church services, etc on the property that they own in La Bota. This is going to cost them a lot more money than they have so they are raising support and work on developing a restourant to sell (I forget exactly what it is called) a milk and corn drink and empinadas.
I also sent a Father's Day postcard to my Dad, today so I hope that gets to him on time ;)
Tomorrow most of the 62 participants will be arriving for the Banos project. We will be between the airport and the Hostal Carolina from 6 until 2 or 3 in the morning. Sunday morning, after the Ecuadorian's vote--they are obligated to unless they would like to pay 45 dollars--and the participants eat breakfast, we will start the 3 hour trip through the Andes to Banos. I was asked to look out for a 16 year old boy that is coming without his parents (he apparently speaks Spanish and wants to be a Neurosergeon) and to work with Doctor Harr Jang (the American director for the trip) as a helper and translator if needed. I will probably end up doing a bunch of other things that I don't know about yet.
In other news, (yes I broke my promise not to write so much--sorry;) ) I have been reading Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and have just gotten to the point where they reach Rivendel. It is a such a fun read and reminds me of when I was younger and my mother (whom I love very much) read it outloud do me by the fire in our home.
I've got some pictures, but I haven't had time to put them up yet...after the project hopefully. Today I could see about five sets(some with up to three peaks) of snow capped peaks from the roof.
Got to go to bed now, we've got to get up early to got to La Bota, then back home, then to Sanguaquil (an hour away) to celebrate Father's Day (a week early because Susana, Daysi, Me, and Govanni will be on the project on Father's Day), and go to the airport, sleep a couple hours, then get the volunteers ready to head to Banos. Fun!
Hope you're all doing great!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Chapter 2: An Answer to Prayer
Whether it is a result of a lack of faith or a frequent feeling of unworthiness, I have often tended to shy away from proclaiming to others about "Answers to Prayer" in my life. However, I continually realize the countless numbers of blessings God has poured into my life through no deserving nature of mine both in answer to my prayers and those of others and his great love for me, one of his expendible and in many ways insignificant little believers. I have also become more and more convinced that if we put our delight in the Lord and his work(Psalm 37:4 - "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart"), our prayers and desires will become aligned with the direction and purpouse he has for our lives.
That being said, I feel it necessary to share with you an answer to prayer that the Lord gave in my life today. I will share it as it took place in my journal. I will warn that my thoughts are a bit scrambled and reflect some things I have been reflecting over recently. Here it goes:
Friday June 5, 2009 Quito, Ecuador
Romans 1:5-6
"Through whom we have recieved grace and apostleship to bring about the obedience of faith for the sake of his name among all nations, including you who are called to belong to Jesus Christ."
I have been here in Ecuador for exactly two weeks. During this time I have met countless missionaries and Christians from Ecuador and around the world. I have been convicted and intimidated by their lives and attitudes of obedience to Christ. I have also had my share of thoughts such as "Am I really cut out for this?" or "Do I have enough faith to be in the mission field for the Lord?"
My bent is towards helping and serving. I love people who are different--from different countries, cultures, and backgrounds. I feel called to live among a foreign people, to help them with their health, and to show the love of Christ with them. My primary goal is not to change cultures, but to impact and turn hearts towards Christ that others may have the same hope that I have. This in-turn my change aspects of cultures.
I struggle in thinking that I'm to concerned with people's physical well-being and not enough with their spiritual well-being. Ultimately, a persons decision about whether they believe in Christ or not is of far greater eternal importance than whether their stomach hurts or they don't have enough food to adequately feed their children. But still I feel such a burden for the physical and health needs of people that I pray that my passion's are inline with the Lord's will for my life. I pray that the Lord will give me the faith, courage, and convictions to do his work with the gifts and passions that he has placed in me.
A couple of hours later, I was finishing reading the book called Jungle Pilot (about Nate Saint--a missionary who spent 7 years of his life with his family ministering to Natives and missionaries in the Jungle (also called Oriente or Selva) regions of Ecuador. This passage (a quote from a letter by Nate Saint around 1953) stuck out to me as if God was adressing my fears and questions about his direction in my life:
pg. 259 Jungle Pilot
"...It is unnecessary to tell you of our personal interest in the success of the medical project. We believe that even the most enthousiastic people underestimate the far reaching implications of this work for the gospel here in the Oriente. Already we have seen the tall walls of prejudice fall. We are perhaps in a better position to appreciate these gains since we have been here in the gateway during the transition period, feeling the 'before' and 'after' status qou, so to speak. MAF (Mission Aviation Fellowship) will de everything in its power to make air transportation the bridge needed for reaching the Indians through the Medical Ministry of Christ."
Through this passage, I believe the Lord was answering my prayer in a way about the intersection of my passions and his will in my life. As James 2:26 says "For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead." As I finished reading the book and came again to the part where Nate and his four Mission partners were murdered I began to think...
The point is not that these men died. All men die. In our (American) society we put so much emphasis on safety-insurance, security, laws and regulations to keep us safe and comfortable, even the places where we choose to live (safe and comfortable neighborhoods, etc), retirement savings, etc--when we should be concerned with the eternal weight of the decision to put our faith and lives in the hands of our loving Heavenly Father and his risen Son. We often talk about our citizenship or being American--when our true citizenship is in Heaven and our identity is in Christ. We should no longer consider how we can use our income and resources to accomplish our goals but rather the Lord's. We should be willing to die physical for the Lord and we should die figuratively to the things of this world. As Nate, Jim, Peter, Roger, and Ed were WILLING to die for the Lord--you and I should be willing ourselves. Yes these men had familiesthat they loved, possessions, and many gifts and talents, but (Mark 10: 29-31) they considered it of far greater worth to be expendible for the Lord.
Well, I hope your not too tired of reading ;) I promise my next posts won't be this long.
Today I recieved an email from my new friend Angel Omaca Yety. Angel is a Waorani--the same tribe that killed the 5 missionaries in 1955. Angel and his father are leaving now to move deep into the jungle to a place near a group of Natives called the Taromenani. Taromenani are related and speak a similar dialect as the Waorani. The have resisted contact on nearly every occassion--killing without asking any questions. Angel father believes he might have a relative among them and they are going to try to make contact and build a bridge into sharing with them the love of Christ and the good news of his payment for their sins and the sins of the wold. Please pray for Angel and his father.
Well, I've got to head out to a prayer meeting and then in the morning we are doing a kids fun/ministry day in La Bota. Please pray for that as well.
Love to all of you my dear family and friends. We'll be in touch soon ;)
That being said, I feel it necessary to share with you an answer to prayer that the Lord gave in my life today. I will share it as it took place in my journal. I will warn that my thoughts are a bit scrambled and reflect some things I have been reflecting over recently. Here it goes:
Friday June 5, 2009 Quito, Ecuador
Romans 1:5-6
"Through whom we have recieved grace and apostleship to bring about the obedience of faith for the sake of his name among all nations, including you who are called to belong to Jesus Christ."
I have been here in Ecuador for exactly two weeks. During this time I have met countless missionaries and Christians from Ecuador and around the world. I have been convicted and intimidated by their lives and attitudes of obedience to Christ. I have also had my share of thoughts such as "Am I really cut out for this?" or "Do I have enough faith to be in the mission field for the Lord?"
My bent is towards helping and serving. I love people who are different--from different countries, cultures, and backgrounds. I feel called to live among a foreign people, to help them with their health, and to show the love of Christ with them. My primary goal is not to change cultures, but to impact and turn hearts towards Christ that others may have the same hope that I have. This in-turn my change aspects of cultures.
I struggle in thinking that I'm to concerned with people's physical well-being and not enough with their spiritual well-being. Ultimately, a persons decision about whether they believe in Christ or not is of far greater eternal importance than whether their stomach hurts or they don't have enough food to adequately feed their children. But still I feel such a burden for the physical and health needs of people that I pray that my passion's are inline with the Lord's will for my life. I pray that the Lord will give me the faith, courage, and convictions to do his work with the gifts and passions that he has placed in me.
A couple of hours later, I was finishing reading the book called Jungle Pilot (about Nate Saint--a missionary who spent 7 years of his life with his family ministering to Natives and missionaries in the Jungle (also called Oriente or Selva) regions of Ecuador. This passage (a quote from a letter by Nate Saint around 1953) stuck out to me as if God was adressing my fears and questions about his direction in my life:
pg. 259 Jungle Pilot
"...It is unnecessary to tell you of our personal interest in the success of the medical project. We believe that even the most enthousiastic people underestimate the far reaching implications of this work for the gospel here in the Oriente. Already we have seen the tall walls of prejudice fall. We are perhaps in a better position to appreciate these gains since we have been here in the gateway during the transition period, feeling the 'before' and 'after' status qou, so to speak. MAF (Mission Aviation Fellowship) will de everything in its power to make air transportation the bridge needed for reaching the Indians through the Medical Ministry of Christ."
Through this passage, I believe the Lord was answering my prayer in a way about the intersection of my passions and his will in my life. As James 2:26 says "For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead." As I finished reading the book and came again to the part where Nate and his four Mission partners were murdered I began to think...
The point is not that these men died. All men die. In our (American) society we put so much emphasis on safety-insurance, security, laws and regulations to keep us safe and comfortable, even the places where we choose to live (safe and comfortable neighborhoods, etc), retirement savings, etc--when we should be concerned with the eternal weight of the decision to put our faith and lives in the hands of our loving Heavenly Father and his risen Son. We often talk about our citizenship or being American--when our true citizenship is in Heaven and our identity is in Christ. We should no longer consider how we can use our income and resources to accomplish our goals but rather the Lord's. We should be willing to die physical for the Lord and we should die figuratively to the things of this world. As Nate, Jim, Peter, Roger, and Ed were WILLING to die for the Lord--you and I should be willing ourselves. Yes these men had familiesthat they loved, possessions, and many gifts and talents, but (Mark 10: 29-31) they considered it of far greater worth to be expendible for the Lord.
Well, I hope your not too tired of reading ;) I promise my next posts won't be this long.
Today I recieved an email from my new friend Angel Omaca Yety. Angel is a Waorani--the same tribe that killed the 5 missionaries in 1955. Angel and his father are leaving now to move deep into the jungle to a place near a group of Natives called the Taromenani. Taromenani are related and speak a similar dialect as the Waorani. The have resisted contact on nearly every occassion--killing without asking any questions. Angel father believes he might have a relative among them and they are going to try to make contact and build a bridge into sharing with them the love of Christ and the good news of his payment for their sins and the sins of the wold. Please pray for Angel and his father.
Well, I've got to head out to a prayer meeting and then in the morning we are doing a kids fun/ministry day in La Bota. Please pray for that as well.
Love to all of you my dear family and friends. We'll be in touch soon ;)
Monday, June 1, 2009
A Few Pictures of Cotopaxi
Here are a few pictures of the Valcano Cotopaxi that I took from the roof of the Andrangos house today. I made a mistake in an earlier post saying that you could see Chimbarozo from their roof. Chimbarazo is actual farther to the west.
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