Yeah, I know it's been a while getting this up. It's been hectic. REALLY hectic. My insane schedule for this semester includes five high school courses, three college courses, fife and drum, theater, kindergarten volunteer work, college Christian Club work (they want me to do some more writing for the paper), and of course church and youth group. I'm also teaching myself guitar and doing creative writing. (And of course sleep has to be in there somewhere...)
But here goes.
That morning, after some more training, we took taxis to our service sites. My group went to a little storefront new church plant, which operated as a party salon during the week. That was where we'd be staying. We met the pastor of the church, along with his wife and two boys. Some things that happened immediately: The Joker started jamming with the pastor's sons (hey, guitar chords have the same names in English and Spanish), we divvied up mealtime cleanup into five teams of two (I was with the Friz) and set up for lunch.
We used this time to get to know the pastor and his family. Here I was at a disadvantage. Most of the others had taken some Spanish, or closely related French, as their high school foreign language. BUT my language was...modern Hebrew. Yep. No help at all.
After lunch we played some Foosball (remember, this was a party salon) with the pastor's sons. The Joker, Samwise and Glove Love were especially keen on the game, although the rest of us enjoyed it a lot too. It was amazing to watch the language barrier disappear, say, while Samwise and The Joker were jamming with the pastor's sons "Robby" and "Danny," and while we were playing Foosball.
That day our main occupation was prayer walking. Then we had a Mexican culture class and talked about some of our activities for the next week. It was pretty tame. I took another Mexican siesta...
But here goes.
That morning, after some more training, we took taxis to our service sites. My group went to a little storefront new church plant, which operated as a party salon during the week. That was where we'd be staying. We met the pastor of the church, along with his wife and two boys. Some things that happened immediately: The Joker started jamming with the pastor's sons (hey, guitar chords have the same names in English and Spanish), we divvied up mealtime cleanup into five teams of two (I was with the Friz) and set up for lunch.
We used this time to get to know the pastor and his family. Here I was at a disadvantage. Most of the others had taken some Spanish, or closely related French, as their high school foreign language. BUT my language was...modern Hebrew. Yep. No help at all.
After lunch we played some Foosball (remember, this was a party salon) with the pastor's sons. The Joker, Samwise and Glove Love were especially keen on the game, although the rest of us enjoyed it a lot too. It was amazing to watch the language barrier disappear, say, while Samwise and The Joker were jamming with the pastor's sons "Robby" and "Danny," and while we were playing Foosball.
That day our main occupation was prayer walking. Then we had a Mexican culture class and talked about some of our activities for the next week. It was pretty tame. I took another Mexican siesta...
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