Tuesday, 2-19-13

You, O God, are….

All powerful, untamable

Awestruck we fall to our knees

As we humbly proclaim

You are amazing, God

                                     from Indescribable 

by Chris Tomlin

Tuesday night is our last night in Remedios.  We finish dinner and stow little hymn books in a backpack.  Three young people, Yaisel, Yudilen and I walk 2 miles   to the little mission in  Santa Rosa, one of several missions that the church in Remedios has started and visits during the week.

The walk takes us to the outskirts of town and down a dirt road.  In miles the distance seems short,  but it is an isolated grouping of houses.  When we arrive people are waiting for us.  After hugs and kisses we head to the house of worship (el templo).  Well, I had no clue they had a building designated for worship.

We come to this little building, no more than 10 feet by 10 feet.  It was used to store carbon (pieces of wood placed in a pit on the ground, lit, and buried until the wood turns to charcoal) now it’s el templo. We file in. It is packed with 15 people ready to worship and praise God. 

 Not even 5 minutes after we start the lights go out.   It’s pitch black.  We turn on a flashlight and continue praising God, praying, singing and studying the Bible while a man rigs up an electric cord with a light bulb and hangs it from the ceiling to give us light.  One little bulb, enough to see our faces.  We are half way through our worship time when the electricity comes back on.  

They want know about the people and church in the U.S. that supports our Mission Trip.  Why are we here? What does it mean to me? What does it mean to those who support this effort?  God’s love compels us to share His love with others so they too can know Him

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It’s past 10:30 PM when we head back on the dark road with only a flashlight to light the way.   All five of us are talking and praising God for the time in Santa Rosa.   We are glad the loss of electricity did not deter us from worshiping Him.  It’s a brisk walk back and the distance seems shorter.

When we get back Yudilen offers to clean my muddy shoes so they are clean for the trip to Habana early tomorrow morning.  I didn’t realize how dirty they were and who knows what I stepped on.   Jesus cleaning the feet of the disciples…. the thought runs through my mind.

I could not wait to share with Rick about Santa Rosa.  He had stayed in Remedios to discuss the building project with Alexis.  Yes, he was speaking with Alexis all in Spanish, no need for a translator any more on this trip.

Thank you for your prayers and support.  Without your prayers I do not know what would happen.  We feel them, no doubt about it.  Please continue to pray as we plan for the upcoming trips in July and November.  

Incomparable, unchangeable

You see the depths of my heart

And you love me the same 

You are amazing, God 

                              

~ Oscar