rural church service and outreach

So, as I was saying…

The second day of our outreach in the mountains was cancelled due to rain. And rain and rain and rain.

So we held a church service, a used clothing fair, showed some movies, had a mime presentation, and did a treasure hunt for the kids. It was really great. Many were blessed, heard the gospel, were prayed for, and quite a few dedicated their lives to the Lord and his service – specifically missions.

But… once again, I am having trouble uploading pictures. Maybe it’s not the blogs afterall, but our internet connection.

For now, I’ll leave you with a photo of my milk hanging in a bag over the door to the church {below}, since there was no refrigerator. It was supposed to be for the kids’ breakfast, but it turns out the neighbors (a mile down the gravel road) invited us to stay the night with them, and I forgot my milk. Fortunately I have learned to travel prepared here, and had some long-life milk in a box in the van. :)

We had a lovely, VERY quiet night – you can’t hear a THING out in the middle of nowhere, and the mountain people are very quiet in their manner. It was such a lovely time, and I regret not snapping any pictures (sometimes I just get too tired to care to take any more pictures). The family was waiting for us with some goat grilling in their open fireplace; clean, warm beds; and hot showers (the plug-kind – but glorious after all the mud and cold!). We sat around their fireplace with some of the youth in our group telling our testimonies, sharing the gospel, and telling them the story of how Tony and I met and came to be here. They wanted to know everything. A really nice family, at least it seemed to us. Turns out it was the family that has most persecuted the work the local missionaries are doing there, accusing them of all sorts of things. We’re glad we didn’t know this, it would have probably clouded our view of them and perhaps affected our stay. We were told they invited us specifically to stay in their home because we were the “Northamericans”. In the end, I think we were all blessed and somehow I hope and believe that perhaps the night we spent there helped mend some bridges that we had no idea were broken. We know they enjoyed it, too, because they invited us back whenever we are in the area.

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