A few days ago we were honored to attend the double fiesta of the dedication ceremony of Jose to the ministry and the birthday of his oldest son, Joseito (Little Jose). What a blessing!
First, a little about Jose. Several years ago, after passing out drunk and waking up in a ditch with water running over him, he told the Lord that he needed help and didn't want to live like that anymore. A few days later a Christian pastor "happened" by and led him to the Lord, and his life turned around. He got his family back and began looking for ways to serve the Lord. A few months ago when a volunteer group was distributing the Gospel of John door to door, they met Jose. He told them he had been prayng someone would come by and help him start a church.
Since that time, with the help of Steve DuVall, one of our church planters, he has started several churches in different locations.
Now, Jose couldn't read, so he had to memorize the scripture and lessons by listening to Steve and to scripture tapes. (So much for excuses.He is now learning to read with the help of his son, Joseito, who is 20.)
The occasion we went to was to recognize God's call on his life and his dedication to that call. We arrived at Jose's house around 6:30 P.M. after a drive up the mountain from Atenas. He had cleared off a vacant lot next to his house and strung lights all around it. Bamboo poles were propped up to sit on and a pulpit that Jose himself made was set up under a plastic awning.
Typically Latin American, the people were in no hurry to finish the fiesta nor did they have any particular starting time for the more formal recognition ceremony. For over two hours we visited with the people, friends of Jose and members of the churches he has started, that gathered to celebrate...and ate. The food came in stages. First, there was a fruit drink, then empanadas, then arroz con leche (rice pudding), then ice cream, then birthday cake...all this while standing or sitting in the vacant lot.
Particularly noteworthy was a little lady, around 74, that had 16 children, 52 grandchildren, and either 14 or 40 great grandchildren. (Mitzi and I disagreed on what she said. 14 is catorce and 40 is cuarenta.) Either way, she was a neat lady.
Finally, about 9:00, we got around to the ceremony. Steve preached a short message. We presented Jose with a certificate, then there was a foot-washing ceremony done by some mission volunteers from the states, then I prayed. It was a great time.
Another interesting sidelight...well, maybe not really interesting...but significant, at least to me. As far as I know, there aren't any toilet facilities in Jose's house, but there is a banana field closeby...and it was very dark...Thankfully.
This was a time so simple...crude lights strung around a vacant lot on the top of a mountain...a homemade pulpit under an awning...a man who can't even read dedicating his life to the Lord...but so signficant. People are coming to know a great God that doesn't care about cushy pews, fancy chandeliers, or formal education. God give us a 100 like Jose.