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So i've decided for sake of simplicity, and also desiring to write an email update for some people, i devised to use this blogspot as a summary of each country, as well as either urgent, important, emergency, or just relevant updates. if you would like to be on my email updates, please, just write me at rootsofxistence@hotmail.com and i would love to be able to update you there.
without further adieux
Belize
we arrived in Chetumal, Mexico, and met Pastor Joel Meyers there along with his 9-year old son Elias and we drove from Chetumal, into the Country of Belize, and specifically Belize City. we spent three weeks in Belize, two in Belize City, and the other week in Punta Gorda, Machaca, which is near the border of Guatemala.
it was an amazing time. Kriol (creole) is an awesome language that i've really grown to enjoy hearing, as well as i've really grown to love Belizean culture and people. although it is extremely diverse, i'd still say that belizean are of their own, whether they are mayan or asian, or carribbean.
we spent a lot of time Port Loyola, which is a small town with big problems (movie quote), and we helped out with the Calvary Chapel there, by playing worship, and sharing devotions, prayer walks, evangelizing, and a lot of just being there to hang out with the children.
it's a hard thing to see how innocent children will adapt aggressive survival styles, according to their environment, yet all the while they are still precious innocent children, who want and need loving attention that a negligent or absent parent should be providing.
one of my favorite stories concerning this, is the day of the "hurricane/thunderstorm". basically, it rains a lot and this particular day, i saw lighting strike just about a hundred yards away from me and my companion, Mark. it was some of the heavier rain for that area, and for most of us in general. we were attempting to work on the church that day, but the rain made it quite impossible to do anything constructive for the church on the outside building. some kids, we noticed, grabbed a ball and kicked it across the already-flooded (in about 5 minutes time) futbol (soccer) field, and thus with that one kick from a child's unclothed feet, started a massive game of futbol involving about 20 children, a few older belizeans, and a bunch of white people from america (me and my group). you couldn't even kick the ball properly because it was floating off the group in a few inches (sometimes and some places... several inches) off the ground, so you have to scoop it with your foot or baby it along the water. occasionally, lightning would strike and all the children would fall to the ground and duck. i'm not sure if they understand physical science just yet, but i thought it was funny to watch and it gave me an opportune chance to make a goal.
there's a lot of stories like that, it was adventurous there in Port Loyola.
we also, spent 3 days fully carrying out Matthew 10 literally. that's right, we were given enough money for a bus, a lil extra for maybe a bus ride home, and told to not return to belize city until 3 days after. we were separated into 3 groups, and we went to 3 different places throughout Belize. my group went to a spanish speaking part called Belmopan. i would love to share all the details of the story, but simply to say, we got to an area called Salvapan, then we prayed. then i had to use the restroom, but we were in a neighborhood (salvapan isn't a city or anything, it's just a residental side) but this one family, and specifically the mother Blanca, insisted that i use their household restroom. i was humbled. through that experience, we met a pastor, who arranged for us to have a place to stay, and we helped with the church and got to meet several people in the area, and be involved with their church service. we never went hungry, we never went unsheltered, and God provided in abundance.
the last week was Machaca.
Machaca is beautiful, and beyond that it was a youth camp (although youth is somewhat relative, a lot of the "kids" were older than me). so i was a counselor and small group leaders for a while. i have so many stories about that, but it was an awesome and tiring time, keeping up with those kids. but it was amazing to be able to pour into their lives and pray for them and love them as a shepherd loves his sheep.
there's countless stories to tell.
not enough time to tell.
but now we're in guatemala, and watching already how the Lord provides for us.
please keep us in your prayers.
and write me so i can tell you more stories!