Below is a picture of the Llano Grande Bible study group, minus the two oldest daughters of the Marin family and Roy, Teresita's husband, who have been a little inconsistent in the study.
Gilberth leads the study and all but the youngest children participate in the discussion and prayers.
Please pray for these two families to have a strong witness in their small town, and pray for similar Bible studies that are going on in many areas of Costa Rica. It is often hard for them to be very outgoing with their witness because it bucks the culture and tradition of their friends and family that they have to live with.
Monday, December 13, 2004
Christmas,family, and other thoughts
Thursday we leave Costa Rica for Knoxville, TN to spend Christmas with our family. It will be our first Christmas with them in 6 years. Of course, I'm speaking of our immediate family...children, grandchildren, sister and family, and my mother. My first thought was to describe them as "blood relatives", but then I remembered that we are "blood" kin to all true Christians. The shed blood of Jesus unites all believers into one family.
We have found it difficult to shift the thinking of people here from a ritualistic, works oriented religion to a grace-filled, completed sacrifice relationship. However, there is one practice that seems kind of appropriate. Often in manger scenes, the baby Jesus isn't put into the crib until the last hour before Christmas day...thus completing the scene. I'm not sure that the symbolism is the same as my interpretation, but for sure, Christmas isn't really Christmas without Christ.
Can you imagine a holiday called, "mas"? Although, as I think about it, that might be appropriate for how we too often view Christmas. A little Spanish lesson..."Mas" means "more" in Spanish. Too often that's what Christmas has become to many...as in, "Give me more."
But then, on the other hand, "more" is what you get when you truly put "Christ" in Christmas. Not more stuff, but rather more peace, more life, more love.
Hope you all have a great Christmas...not just "mas cosas" (more things) but filled with Christ.
We have found it difficult to shift the thinking of people here from a ritualistic, works oriented religion to a grace-filled, completed sacrifice relationship. However, there is one practice that seems kind of appropriate. Often in manger scenes, the baby Jesus isn't put into the crib until the last hour before Christmas day...thus completing the scene. I'm not sure that the symbolism is the same as my interpretation, but for sure, Christmas isn't really Christmas without Christ.
Can you imagine a holiday called, "mas"? Although, as I think about it, that might be appropriate for how we too often view Christmas. A little Spanish lesson..."Mas" means "more" in Spanish. Too often that's what Christmas has become to many...as in, "Give me more."
But then, on the other hand, "more" is what you get when you truly put "Christ" in Christmas. Not more stuff, but rather more peace, more life, more love.
Hope you all have a great Christmas...not just "mas cosas" (more things) but filled with Christ.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Thoughts on Earthquakes
Psalm 8:4 asks, "What is man that you are mindful of him?" At 2:07 Saturday morning we were awakened by an increasingly violent shaking of the bed. Immediately,as we heard the rumbling and felt the side-to-side movement, we recognized what was going on. As we heard articles crashing to the floor and shattering, we realized that it was more than a tremor. This was a fullfledged earthquake. Mitzi uttered calmly, "Lord, take care of us" and turned over. I said, "Wow!" and we layed in bed trying to go back to sleep. The quaking stopped, except for some aftershocks, and we were safe. We could hear some people talking outside after leaving their houses. After a half hour or so, failing to drift off, I got up and walked around the house to assess the damage. Thankfully, a few vases and figurines had fallen off shelves and broken, but otherwise, there was no damage.
6.2 was the rating of the earthquake...one of the strongest in quite a while in this country. It was the talk of the town and the news coverage was extensive. As far as I can learn, the internet accounts of "hundreds of homes were distroyed" were more than slight exagerations. We have only heard of a few homes being damaged, along with some road damage. Six people died as more or less indirect results of the quake...one on a motorcycle after running into a fallen power line pole and several from high blood pressure caused by fear.
Other than the sheer excitement of experiencing an earthquake, what I take from the event is to be reminded just how powerless we are in the face of natural disasters. Our house was shaking. Items were falling and breaking...and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. Some things are just bigger than we are. Invincibility is not one of the attributes of humankind, no matter what we would like to believe.
The next day we were visiting with some friends and one suggested that maybe we all should take vulnerable breakables off of shelves each night. Mitzi replied, appropriately in my opinion, "I'm just not going to live that way. If they break, they break."
Living in fear certainly isn't a good way to live. I have often said that you shouldn't go through life afraid. But there are two extremes in how that philosophy may be adopted. One is to just "eat, drink, and be merry." That's the approach many take. They refuse to think about death...or what comes after...kind of an "if I ignore it, I won't have to deal with it" attitude. Problem with that approach is that it's avoiding the inevitable.
The Bible clearly states what all of us who have a little age on us knows. Life is brief. A better way to avoid living in fear of earthquakes is to have things in order. Sooner or later we are all going to have to stand before the judge. Why not do it sooner and take the grace, the pardon, and the forgiveness (and peace of mind, I might add)? The alternative is to wait...until it's too late...and be taken by surprise in an earthquake.
6.2 was the rating of the earthquake...one of the strongest in quite a while in this country. It was the talk of the town and the news coverage was extensive. As far as I can learn, the internet accounts of "hundreds of homes were distroyed" were more than slight exagerations. We have only heard of a few homes being damaged, along with some road damage. Six people died as more or less indirect results of the quake...one on a motorcycle after running into a fallen power line pole and several from high blood pressure caused by fear.
Other than the sheer excitement of experiencing an earthquake, what I take from the event is to be reminded just how powerless we are in the face of natural disasters. Our house was shaking. Items were falling and breaking...and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it. Some things are just bigger than we are. Invincibility is not one of the attributes of humankind, no matter what we would like to believe.
The next day we were visiting with some friends and one suggested that maybe we all should take vulnerable breakables off of shelves each night. Mitzi replied, appropriately in my opinion, "I'm just not going to live that way. If they break, they break."
Living in fear certainly isn't a good way to live. I have often said that you shouldn't go through life afraid. But there are two extremes in how that philosophy may be adopted. One is to just "eat, drink, and be merry." That's the approach many take. They refuse to think about death...or what comes after...kind of an "if I ignore it, I won't have to deal with it" attitude. Problem with that approach is that it's avoiding the inevitable.
The Bible clearly states what all of us who have a little age on us knows. Life is brief. A better way to avoid living in fear of earthquakes is to have things in order. Sooner or later we are all going to have to stand before the judge. Why not do it sooner and take the grace, the pardon, and the forgiveness (and peace of mind, I might add)? The alternative is to wait...until it's too late...and be taken by surprise in an earthquake.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Pressures of society and truth
I have mentioned this sort of thing previously, but this past Sunday I was again reminded of how strong the pressures of society and culture are. As usual, I went to Llano Grande for our house church meeting, expecting to meet in the home of Gilbert and Fanny and to have basically their family in attendance. To my surprise and pleasure, the family who lives in front of them opened their home for the meeting. (The group used to meet there, but for several Sundays they had various problems, illness, other commitments, and couldn't host the meeting.)
That was encouraging because this family, although having made commitments of faith in Jesus, still are involved in the local Catholic church. Why? Not because they have examined scriptures or doctrine and found that the Latin American Catholic Church is correct or even close...but because the societal and cultural pressures are so strong. This particular church has active children's and youth activities. Most children in the community are involved in them. So, it's hard to not let your children participate in what their friends are doing.
The problem is not that everything isn't done just like we do it...for instance...the young son wanted to say the closing prayer...a good thing. He stood up very straight, made the sign of the cross, said, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit," and proceeded to recite a memorized prayer. Now, I'm not being critical of doing something in the name of the Trinity, or for saying a memorized prayer. Most of us learned bedtime or mealtime prayers as children. Ok, let's be honest. Many still say what amounts to memorized prayers, in that we say the same thing nearly every time we pray. I could never be critical of a little boy praying to the Lord, no matter what "form" he uses.
The challenge is that what they learn is not always all the truth. That's why we are here...to somehow bring truth to as many people as we can. (I might mention that truth isn't just "our" truth, but is based on Holy Scriptures...only.) Do they get some truth in the churches of the culture here? Sure, some. But rarely all, and often with enough deviation to cause it to not be truth. Elements of truth with slight alterations can be even more dangerous than total untruth. It is also harder to overcome.
That was encouraging because this family, although having made commitments of faith in Jesus, still are involved in the local Catholic church. Why? Not because they have examined scriptures or doctrine and found that the Latin American Catholic Church is correct or even close...but because the societal and cultural pressures are so strong. This particular church has active children's and youth activities. Most children in the community are involved in them. So, it's hard to not let your children participate in what their friends are doing.
The problem is not that everything isn't done just like we do it...for instance...the young son wanted to say the closing prayer...a good thing. He stood up very straight, made the sign of the cross, said, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit," and proceeded to recite a memorized prayer. Now, I'm not being critical of doing something in the name of the Trinity, or for saying a memorized prayer. Most of us learned bedtime or mealtime prayers as children. Ok, let's be honest. Many still say what amounts to memorized prayers, in that we say the same thing nearly every time we pray. I could never be critical of a little boy praying to the Lord, no matter what "form" he uses.
The challenge is that what they learn is not always all the truth. That's why we are here...to somehow bring truth to as many people as we can. (I might mention that truth isn't just "our" truth, but is based on Holy Scriptures...only.) Do they get some truth in the churches of the culture here? Sure, some. But rarely all, and often with enough deviation to cause it to not be truth. Elements of truth with slight alterations can be even more dangerous than total untruth. It is also harder to overcome.
Marco
Have I mentioned Marco? I don't think so. Several weeks ago...I guess a couple of months ago now...we began receiving emails from some people in Michigan who minister in jails. Seems that they had met a fellow who is from Costa Rica but had been in prison in the U. S. for 17 years. Marco found the Lord in prison and the Michigan folks spoke very highly of him.
The reason they were writing us is that Marco was going to get out of prison, but would have to leave the country and come back to Costa Rica. They needed help to meet him at the airport and help him find a place to stay until his parents, whom he hasn't seen in 18 years, can come down and help him get set up.
Well, as you can imagine, we were willing to help, but, having been around the block a few times, were going to proceed with caution. I've seen "jailhouse" conversions before. Anyway, after one failed attempt to leave the country (because the paperwork wasn't processed on time), Marco arrived a couple of weeks ago. As it turned out, we didn't meet him at the airport nor find him a place to live. He has family here and is staying with them.
We did meet him and deliver some money that the Michigan people had sent for him and visit for a while. I believe Marco is genuinely converted. He makes no excuses for his former life and gives God all the credit for his new one. He has found a job and is looking for a church where he can serve and fellowship with other believers. His aunt, with whom he is staying temporarily, is a Christian, which is good. At first they didn't want to let him come there, because they knew how he was before, but God impressed them to let him come.
Pray for Marco and praise God that He can truly change lives and make a person new.
The reason they were writing us is that Marco was going to get out of prison, but would have to leave the country and come back to Costa Rica. They needed help to meet him at the airport and help him find a place to stay until his parents, whom he hasn't seen in 18 years, can come down and help him get set up.
Well, as you can imagine, we were willing to help, but, having been around the block a few times, were going to proceed with caution. I've seen "jailhouse" conversions before. Anyway, after one failed attempt to leave the country (because the paperwork wasn't processed on time), Marco arrived a couple of weeks ago. As it turned out, we didn't meet him at the airport nor find him a place to live. He has family here and is staying with them.
We did meet him and deliver some money that the Michigan people had sent for him and visit for a while. I believe Marco is genuinely converted. He makes no excuses for his former life and gives God all the credit for his new one. He has found a job and is looking for a church where he can serve and fellowship with other believers. His aunt, with whom he is staying temporarily, is a Christian, which is good. At first they didn't want to let him come there, because they knew how he was before, but God impressed them to let him come.
Pray for Marco and praise God that He can truly change lives and make a person new.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Mitzi's dad.
After several years of illness, and several days of being critical, Mitzi's dad went peacefully yesterday morning to be with our Lord. She has gone to Amarillo to be with her mother and sister and other family. Please pray for them in these days.
God's peace is with them. Mitzi is so full of God's grace that there is more rejoicing that her dad doesn't have to suffer any longer than there is grieving.
God's peace is with them. Mitzi is so full of God's grace that there is more rejoicing that her dad doesn't have to suffer any longer than there is grieving.
Elections
Mitzi finally fell out and went to bed about 12 on election night, but I stayed with it until 3 a.m. Yes, we got lots of coverage down here. People in Latin America (probably all over the world) are very interested in who gets elected president in the U. S. Unlike us in the United States, they care and realize that what happens other places may affect the world.
Costa Ricans, being a very pacifistic people, are not big fans of President Bush and find it hard to understand why he would be elected. They look mostly at the war issue.
They are not the only ones who find it hard to understand. The reaction of the media, and many democrats, was interesting also.
There were a few who actually had the honesty to admit that a really large issue is moral values. The facts were before them. The exit polls indicated as much.
I am delighted that it seems that much of the church spoke. But I am really afraid of something. I am afraid that we cannot, or will not stay the course. Yes, many spoke their minds and hearts. My fear is that now, after having spoken, they will go back to business as usual and, thinking that the task is accomplished, stop speaking. My worry is that we will, having won a victory, think the war is won with one election.
Whatever your politics, (I guess mine are obvious.), let it be understood that the Christian life and Christian values are not the responsibility of government. Oh yes, the nation that forgets God is in big trouble, but not the president, nor the congress, nor the court, can be our morality. Fortunately, in a democratic system, we get to vote. However, the strongest votes we can cast...the loudest voices we can have, are he votes cast by our own personal lives.
We must not wait for the right people to be elected to speak for us. Christians must speak loudly and clearly by what we actually do, how we live, how we treat our neighbor. As important as it who we vote for, more important is who we are. If we wait for Christian politicians, proper values in schools, moral legistation, or favorable court rulings, we will never be a force for changing our country or world.
Here, for instance, people are not won to Christ by U. S. politics, but by the witness of professing believers, empowered by the Holy Spirit. They may not understand, or agree with, the policies of our government, but they can hardly argue with kindness, love, and concern.
Christians need to vote and it's nice when our choices are elected, but our hope must never be in them. Our hope is in Christ...and historically He has prevailed in the midst of corrupt, secular, and antagonistic governments.
If your choices were elected last Tuesday, you are glad. Well enough. But let us never rejoice in what appear to be human victories, but in the fact that Christ has already won the ultimate victory.
Costa Ricans, being a very pacifistic people, are not big fans of President Bush and find it hard to understand why he would be elected. They look mostly at the war issue.
They are not the only ones who find it hard to understand. The reaction of the media, and many democrats, was interesting also.
There were a few who actually had the honesty to admit that a really large issue is moral values. The facts were before them. The exit polls indicated as much.
I am delighted that it seems that much of the church spoke. But I am really afraid of something. I am afraid that we cannot, or will not stay the course. Yes, many spoke their minds and hearts. My fear is that now, after having spoken, they will go back to business as usual and, thinking that the task is accomplished, stop speaking. My worry is that we will, having won a victory, think the war is won with one election.
Whatever your politics, (I guess mine are obvious.), let it be understood that the Christian life and Christian values are not the responsibility of government. Oh yes, the nation that forgets God is in big trouble, but not the president, nor the congress, nor the court, can be our morality. Fortunately, in a democratic system, we get to vote. However, the strongest votes we can cast...the loudest voices we can have, are he votes cast by our own personal lives.
We must not wait for the right people to be elected to speak for us. Christians must speak loudly and clearly by what we actually do, how we live, how we treat our neighbor. As important as it who we vote for, more important is who we are. If we wait for Christian politicians, proper values in schools, moral legistation, or favorable court rulings, we will never be a force for changing our country or world.
Here, for instance, people are not won to Christ by U. S. politics, but by the witness of professing believers, empowered by the Holy Spirit. They may not understand, or agree with, the policies of our government, but they can hardly argue with kindness, love, and concern.
Christians need to vote and it's nice when our choices are elected, but our hope must never be in them. Our hope is in Christ...and historically He has prevailed in the midst of corrupt, secular, and antagonistic governments.
If your choices were elected last Tuesday, you are glad. Well enough. But let us never rejoice in what appear to be human victories, but in the fact that Christ has already won the ultimate victory.
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
It's a Girl !
Fanny and Gilberth have a new baby girl...the sixth...Everyone is doing fine as far as we know. We talked to Gilberth on cell phones and both were cutting out pretty bad, so we don't know details. We plan on seeing them today (Wednesday). Thanks to all of you who prayed...now keep on. They sure need some good things to happen.
Monday, November 01, 2004
New Baby coming
Even as I write Fanny and Gilberth are getting a new baby. Remember? I have written about them a couple of times. Gilberth called me tonight to say that the baby was coming. We were in a prayer meeting with the Costa Rica team members, but afterwards Mitzi and I went to the hospital in Cartago, about 30 minutes away from where we were. We found the hospital and checked at the door with the guard. That's how they do it there. You don't just walk into the hospital. The guard checks for your patient and gives you a pass, then you go in. Cuts down on people in the hospital. Well...he checked and told us that she wasn't there. I'm sure she is, but there's some sort of miscommunication or something.
Anyway....check back for an update tomorrow. Oh....did I mention that this is their 7th?
Anyway....check back for an update tomorrow. Oh....did I mention that this is their 7th?
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Prayer Needed
One of the mysteries of life is why so many things which seem to be bad happen to one family. To refresh your memory...or introduce you to the Marin family...Gilbert, the husband, is leading a group in a village called Llano Grande in Bible study and worship every Sunday. They have six precious children and Fanny is due to have another this week. This isn't the first time I have written about Gilbert and Fanny. I referred to them in a past posting just briefly.
A quick recent history of all that has happened in their lives...a small bakery business proved unprofitable and was abandoned; they were put out of the house they had been paying on for 14 years ( a legal, but unethical maneuver by the owner because someone else would pay more); Gilbert and his brother-in-law were starting a new business in another town (which required him to be gone all week from his family), but now his sister is taking the truck that HE has been paying on for two years from him. (It is is legally in her name, but he has made the payments on it at the bank and has the receipts.) He needs the truck in the new business. Now he won't be able to even go to the other town, much less have a means to do the business.
No one has said it, but all this may be because he and his family have become Christians and have left the Catholic church. It just seems like things continue to happen to this dear family. They are definitely under attack.
Please pray for Gilbert and Fanny Marin and their children. Pray that God will provide a good means of making a living and will encourage them. They are really trying to stay faithful in spite of all the difficulties. When we went to the study this morning, Gilbert was really "down." Appeal to the Father to help these new Christians to remain faithful, but also to provide their needs in a way that they can see Him working.
A quick recent history of all that has happened in their lives...a small bakery business proved unprofitable and was abandoned; they were put out of the house they had been paying on for 14 years ( a legal, but unethical maneuver by the owner because someone else would pay more); Gilbert and his brother-in-law were starting a new business in another town (which required him to be gone all week from his family), but now his sister is taking the truck that HE has been paying on for two years from him. (It is is legally in her name, but he has made the payments on it at the bank and has the receipts.) He needs the truck in the new business. Now he won't be able to even go to the other town, much less have a means to do the business.
No one has said it, but all this may be because he and his family have become Christians and have left the Catholic church. It just seems like things continue to happen to this dear family. They are definitely under attack.
Please pray for Gilbert and Fanny Marin and their children. Pray that God will provide a good means of making a living and will encourage them. They are really trying to stay faithful in spite of all the difficulties. When we went to the study this morning, Gilbert was really "down." Appeal to the Father to help these new Christians to remain faithful, but also to provide their needs in a way that they can see Him working.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
River Trip
Just want to give you a quick synopsis of my river trip. Basically what we did was go in a van to a place north of San Jose called Puerto Viejo, then load everything on to a boat on the Sarapiqui river. The boat was about 40 feet long and 5 ft. wide, with a roof (no sides) and a 75 hp outboard motor. That was our mode of travel for the next 4 days (other than walking). We traveled down river (north) for about an hour and a half to a "mission" point where a lady missionary lives along side the river. As far as I know, the river is the only way to get there. Picture what you may have seen in movies about jungle rivers...or the Amazon. It's about like that. Saw lots of crocodiles, iguanas, and some saw howler monkeys, but I never saw any, although I heard them often. The river is about 100 ft across in places, the widens to maybe a quarter of a mile at the main river. We worked along the San Juan river, which at places is the border between Costa Rica and Nicaragua, so at times we weren't sure which country we were in.
The "mission" is a small farm along the river with three crude (very crude) buildings and several animal outhouses. They raise hogs, keep some cows, chickens, turkeys, and raise some bananas and a few other plants. The missionary lady is called "Dr. Ana." She does a good bit of "doctoring" up and down the river, although she isn't really a doctor. That was our base for the first two days. We slept and ate breakfast and supper there a couple of days.
When I say the buildings were crude, that is an understatement. For one thing, remember, this is on the river and it is the rainy season. Everything is muddy. I mean everything. The buildings keep a roof over your head and the rain out. That's about all. One building is sort of a bunkhouse, but when I climbed up on the bunk, it broke (no, I haven't gained weight.) so I took the two inch thick foam "mattress" (which was broken lengthwise down the middle, thus leaving a wide space with no mattress by morning) and slept on the floor, which you can see through to the ground. This matches the walls, so the decor is at least consistent...kind of an early natural river look. One interesting thing is how they (at the mission) get their gas that they cook with. They have what is called a bio-digester. Basically it breaks down the hog dung and preserves the gas, which is then used as a fuel resource.
Our meals were basically rice and beans, with some yucca thrown in. While we were on the river, I ate some canned tuna and peanuts, which is what I took. One meal we had mashed yucca, which tastes just like potatoes, and macaroni (no cheese). As you can tell, there wasn't a lot of protein most of the time.
We got up about 5 in the a.m., ate, and started up river in the boat. We were in bed by 7 most nights, since we were tired and there wasn't anything to do anyway. (It gets dark by 6.) Our task was to leave a gospel of John (which have strategic passages marked) at every house along the river. Some places there were small villages with maybe 20 houses, but most of the time there was a house about every mile or so. We worked our way to the Caribbean coast to a town called Barra del Colorado, where there were about 200 houses...very simple, some almost shacks, some better. This took about two days. After there we started back toward the mission. It was an overnight trip, with our stopping at houses (We took another branch of the river.), so we camped that night. Actually, it was more pleasant sleeping in a clean tent than at the "bunk house" at the mission.
All in all, it was a good experience. The people are very open and receptive and friendly. Only problem is that you are constantly wet and muddy.
Our problem now is figuring out how to follow up on what we did. We don't have people in that area, and it's a long trip.
So that's my jungle/river adventure.
The "mission" is a small farm along the river with three crude (very crude) buildings and several animal outhouses. They raise hogs, keep some cows, chickens, turkeys, and raise some bananas and a few other plants. The missionary lady is called "Dr. Ana." She does a good bit of "doctoring" up and down the river, although she isn't really a doctor. That was our base for the first two days. We slept and ate breakfast and supper there a couple of days.
When I say the buildings were crude, that is an understatement. For one thing, remember, this is on the river and it is the rainy season. Everything is muddy. I mean everything. The buildings keep a roof over your head and the rain out. That's about all. One building is sort of a bunkhouse, but when I climbed up on the bunk, it broke (no, I haven't gained weight.) so I took the two inch thick foam "mattress" (which was broken lengthwise down the middle, thus leaving a wide space with no mattress by morning) and slept on the floor, which you can see through to the ground. This matches the walls, so the decor is at least consistent...kind of an early natural river look. One interesting thing is how they (at the mission) get their gas that they cook with. They have what is called a bio-digester. Basically it breaks down the hog dung and preserves the gas, which is then used as a fuel resource.
Our meals were basically rice and beans, with some yucca thrown in. While we were on the river, I ate some canned tuna and peanuts, which is what I took. One meal we had mashed yucca, which tastes just like potatoes, and macaroni (no cheese). As you can tell, there wasn't a lot of protein most of the time.
We got up about 5 in the a.m., ate, and started up river in the boat. We were in bed by 7 most nights, since we were tired and there wasn't anything to do anyway. (It gets dark by 6.) Our task was to leave a gospel of John (which have strategic passages marked) at every house along the river. Some places there were small villages with maybe 20 houses, but most of the time there was a house about every mile or so. We worked our way to the Caribbean coast to a town called Barra del Colorado, where there were about 200 houses...very simple, some almost shacks, some better. This took about two days. After there we started back toward the mission. It was an overnight trip, with our stopping at houses (We took another branch of the river.), so we camped that night. Actually, it was more pleasant sleeping in a clean tent than at the "bunk house" at the mission.
All in all, it was a good experience. The people are very open and receptive and friendly. Only problem is that you are constantly wet and muddy.
Our problem now is figuring out how to follow up on what we did. We don't have people in that area, and it's a long trip.
So that's my jungle/river adventure.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Costa Rica Roads
Pro 4:26 says, "Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established." (KJV) The Message version says, "Watch your step, and the road will stretch out smooth before you."
Now, we all realize that is talking about attitude of life, not literal roads. Roads can be wide and smooth. They can also be narrow and rough.
We took a three day "scouting" trip this week and encountered just about every kind of road imaginable. Costa Rica roads are notoriously bad, so traveling on rough roads isn't all that unusual, but I was impressed at the varity of roads we encountered on this trip.
Here's a brief description and some applications to life that came to my mind as we traveled:
As we left San Jose we traveled through the mountains for several hours. If you've ever driven mountain roads (2 lane, narrow, winding) you know the going is slow. Trucks and/or slow vehicles just bog up the whole thing. You know where you are going, how to get there, and usually, have a scheduled time of arrival. Problem is...things keep getting in your way. There's not much you can do...oh, you can pass on curves and take your chances, but it isn't advisable. The consequences can be disastrous. Patience can be frustrating, but you better learn fast. If everyone else just had the same ability and power for speed that you have, we could all get there a whole lot faster...or...maybe crash and burn together.
Ok, so we made a hard turn to the west and crossed over to the coast highway. Wow ! What a shock. Has to be the best road in Costa Rica...wide, relatively flat, smooth, new. Just sit back, relax, and cruise. If only they could all be like this...
Turned off that road on to the Osa Peninsula. How do I describe that road? Oh, it's paved...well, half paved. At one time it had been all paved, but now only half. Half is an estimate because I didn't actually climb down into any of the potholes and measure them, and the little tape measure Mitzi carries in her purse is only one meter. Maybe if I had measured one, I could have done a little multiplication and come up with a figure, because surely I hit half of them...while deftly dodging the other half. Ok, the road of life application...life is often like that, full of potholes. You do the best you can, but try as you may, some just can't be avoided.
Now back to the great coast highway...We're cruising along, enjoying the ocean vista when abruptly, the highway ends. No warning. Nada. Well, the highway doesn't end actually. The pavement ends. Now we are on...what? Not exactly gravel, not dirt, more a mix of rock and mud. No, this isn't a small break in the highway. This is the continuation of a major thoroughfare for 50 or 60 miles. Application: Better not get too complacent in the easy going. Rough roads are ahead, and usually there isn't any warning that they are coming. Sure, enjoy the good times, but be prepared for hard times. Paul said he knew how to abound and how to be abased. Good attitude for driving and for life.
One last road. Our trip wasn't a pleasure trip exactly. We were working. Of course, Costa Rica beauty isn't a bad place to work. Along the way we wanted to stop at a beach. Just a short stroll maybe. So we picked one of many signs pointing to this or that beach and turned down a dirt (read, mud) one lane road. (No expense is too little for roads in CR...even roads to popular spots.)
I'm talking really just a lane. We debated on whether this was actually the road to Turtle Beach as the sign said, but continued on. After about a quarter mile we came to a stream flowing across the road. I'm a brave soul. Ok, you think I'm going to tell you a story about trying to cross and getting stuck. Nope. I'm also...well...up in age, and am fairly secure in my manhood...don't have much to prove...or have given up trying to prove it. We did the right thing. Turned around and went back. Changed our plans. Went to another beach. It happens. New routes have to be taken. Plans have to be changed.
I lied...I have one more. Just came to me. We continued on, on all kinds of roads...toward home. We even had to take a detour which delayed us a little, but it was ok. We were on the road toward home. A little saddle sore. Everything didn't go as planned, but all in all, it was a good trip. We met some interesting people and made some new friends. And we were sure glad to get home.
You make your own applications. The road of life is varied...often fun and easy, often rough and hard. But all along the way, our Lord rides with us, gives us direction and, when needed, comfort. His word is like a good road map giving us guidance, and his holy Spirit is like a wise navigator.
Now, we all realize that is talking about attitude of life, not literal roads. Roads can be wide and smooth. They can also be narrow and rough.
We took a three day "scouting" trip this week and encountered just about every kind of road imaginable. Costa Rica roads are notoriously bad, so traveling on rough roads isn't all that unusual, but I was impressed at the varity of roads we encountered on this trip.
Here's a brief description and some applications to life that came to my mind as we traveled:
As we left San Jose we traveled through the mountains for several hours. If you've ever driven mountain roads (2 lane, narrow, winding) you know the going is slow. Trucks and/or slow vehicles just bog up the whole thing. You know where you are going, how to get there, and usually, have a scheduled time of arrival. Problem is...things keep getting in your way. There's not much you can do...oh, you can pass on curves and take your chances, but it isn't advisable. The consequences can be disastrous. Patience can be frustrating, but you better learn fast. If everyone else just had the same ability and power for speed that you have, we could all get there a whole lot faster...or...maybe crash and burn together.
Ok, so we made a hard turn to the west and crossed over to the coast highway. Wow ! What a shock. Has to be the best road in Costa Rica...wide, relatively flat, smooth, new. Just sit back, relax, and cruise. If only they could all be like this...
Turned off that road on to the Osa Peninsula. How do I describe that road? Oh, it's paved...well, half paved. At one time it had been all paved, but now only half. Half is an estimate because I didn't actually climb down into any of the potholes and measure them, and the little tape measure Mitzi carries in her purse is only one meter. Maybe if I had measured one, I could have done a little multiplication and come up with a figure, because surely I hit half of them...while deftly dodging the other half. Ok, the road of life application...life is often like that, full of potholes. You do the best you can, but try as you may, some just can't be avoided.
Now back to the great coast highway...We're cruising along, enjoying the ocean vista when abruptly, the highway ends. No warning. Nada. Well, the highway doesn't end actually. The pavement ends. Now we are on...what? Not exactly gravel, not dirt, more a mix of rock and mud. No, this isn't a small break in the highway. This is the continuation of a major thoroughfare for 50 or 60 miles. Application: Better not get too complacent in the easy going. Rough roads are ahead, and usually there isn't any warning that they are coming. Sure, enjoy the good times, but be prepared for hard times. Paul said he knew how to abound and how to be abased. Good attitude for driving and for life.
One last road. Our trip wasn't a pleasure trip exactly. We were working. Of course, Costa Rica beauty isn't a bad place to work. Along the way we wanted to stop at a beach. Just a short stroll maybe. So we picked one of many signs pointing to this or that beach and turned down a dirt (read, mud) one lane road. (No expense is too little for roads in CR...even roads to popular spots.)
I'm talking really just a lane. We debated on whether this was actually the road to Turtle Beach as the sign said, but continued on. After about a quarter mile we came to a stream flowing across the road. I'm a brave soul. Ok, you think I'm going to tell you a story about trying to cross and getting stuck. Nope. I'm also...well...up in age, and am fairly secure in my manhood...don't have much to prove...or have given up trying to prove it. We did the right thing. Turned around and went back. Changed our plans. Went to another beach. It happens. New routes have to be taken. Plans have to be changed.
I lied...I have one more. Just came to me. We continued on, on all kinds of roads...toward home. We even had to take a detour which delayed us a little, but it was ok. We were on the road toward home. A little saddle sore. Everything didn't go as planned, but all in all, it was a good trip. We met some interesting people and made some new friends. And we were sure glad to get home.
You make your own applications. The road of life is varied...often fun and easy, often rough and hard. But all along the way, our Lord rides with us, gives us direction and, when needed, comfort. His word is like a good road map giving us guidance, and his holy Spirit is like a wise navigator.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Cultural Quagmire
I've mentioned it before, but one of the big problems of working with people in Latin America is that their "religion" is so ingrained in their culture and social life. Here's an example.
Last week one of our missionary couples, Brent and Savannah Sorrels, scheduled a baptism service for several new believers...a happy occasion...They knew that some of the people were still moderately attending the Catholic church, while at the same time, attending our Bible study group. They had accepted Christ and the Sorrels really believe they are saved, but leaving the very center of your cultural and social life is hard.
What they didn't know was that one of the young girls who was to be baptized was going to be "confirmed" in the Catholic church the very same day. What do you do? How do you deal with this? This young girl doesn't see the dichotomy in the issue. She doesn't know much about Catholic doctrine. All she really knows is the Catholic youth group, which is fun and where all her friends are. Every young person is confirmed. She says mass is boring and she doesn't understand it, but youth group is contemporary and fun. (Does this sound familiar?)
Such are the ongoing problems of a missionary.
Last week one of our missionary couples, Brent and Savannah Sorrels, scheduled a baptism service for several new believers...a happy occasion...They knew that some of the people were still moderately attending the Catholic church, while at the same time, attending our Bible study group. They had accepted Christ and the Sorrels really believe they are saved, but leaving the very center of your cultural and social life is hard.
What they didn't know was that one of the young girls who was to be baptized was going to be "confirmed" in the Catholic church the very same day. What do you do? How do you deal with this? This young girl doesn't see the dichotomy in the issue. She doesn't know much about Catholic doctrine. All she really knows is the Catholic youth group, which is fun and where all her friends are. Every young person is confirmed. She says mass is boring and she doesn't understand it, but youth group is contemporary and fun. (Does this sound familiar?)
Such are the ongoing problems of a missionary.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Pray for these pastors
Pastors in Costa Rica often have the same type of problems that pastors have anywhere...with a few more added due to culture and economy. Being a pastor in a country where another religion is dominant is hard. It's not the respected and accepted position that it is in the U. S.
Permit me to introduce you to three pastors who need your prayers. Of course there are more, but these three have come to my attention lately.
First, there is Rigoberto. Rigoberto lives in Quesada and is pastor of a small church which is about 6 years old. It was growing well until lately. Then what happened? A couple of people got upset about something. It doesn't matter what it was really. Their immaturity caused a disruption of fellowship and several families left the church. Understandably, Rigoberto is discouraged, and when pastors get discouraged, the church suffers too. Often they all begin to focus on problems instead of blessings and there is just a lack of joy. Rigoberto shared that they are struggling to have good music, a common problem for all small churches, especially in Latin America. Pray for Rigoberto to be encouraged and for God to work in the church to bring a fresh wind of joy and accord.
Gilberto is a fairly new Christian. He is not officially a pastor...hasn't been ordained or licensed or any of those official things, but he is leading a group of new believers in weekly Bible study and will take over full leadership of the group when one of our missionaries leaves in a couple of weeks. (Sounds kind of New Testament, doesn't it?) Gilberto came out of a pretty bad lifestyle. He used to drive a taxi and got in to all kinds of stuff. But he gave up his taxi because it presented too many temptations. For a while he had a small bakery, but that has proven unprofitable, so he shut it down. About the same time that happened, he lost his house. No, it wasn't repossessed. In a quasi-legal maneuver, the man from whom he was buying the house sold it to someone else and made Gilberto and his family move out. They had lived there and made payments for 14 years. Those kinds of things happen down here. Basically, they now have nothing. But Gilberto wants to stay in the town where they have been living and continue to lead the group. He needs your prayers.
One last pastor...thankfully, more positive, but still needing prayer. Leandro is pastor of a church in a rural area in northern Costa Rica. He lives very simply, as most do in the area. (We would view it as very poor, but to them it's normal.) Leandro is a progressive thinker and is very mission minded. He has several cell Bible study groups going in closeby villages and is looking for ways to start more. Leandro is training people to be leaders of these groups and has a view to reach as many as he can in the area. Pray that God will continue to give him vision.
Permit me to introduce you to three pastors who need your prayers. Of course there are more, but these three have come to my attention lately.
First, there is Rigoberto. Rigoberto lives in Quesada and is pastor of a small church which is about 6 years old. It was growing well until lately. Then what happened? A couple of people got upset about something. It doesn't matter what it was really. Their immaturity caused a disruption of fellowship and several families left the church. Understandably, Rigoberto is discouraged, and when pastors get discouraged, the church suffers too. Often they all begin to focus on problems instead of blessings and there is just a lack of joy. Rigoberto shared that they are struggling to have good music, a common problem for all small churches, especially in Latin America. Pray for Rigoberto to be encouraged and for God to work in the church to bring a fresh wind of joy and accord.
Gilberto is a fairly new Christian. He is not officially a pastor...hasn't been ordained or licensed or any of those official things, but he is leading a group of new believers in weekly Bible study and will take over full leadership of the group when one of our missionaries leaves in a couple of weeks. (Sounds kind of New Testament, doesn't it?) Gilberto came out of a pretty bad lifestyle. He used to drive a taxi and got in to all kinds of stuff. But he gave up his taxi because it presented too many temptations. For a while he had a small bakery, but that has proven unprofitable, so he shut it down. About the same time that happened, he lost his house. No, it wasn't repossessed. In a quasi-legal maneuver, the man from whom he was buying the house sold it to someone else and made Gilberto and his family move out. They had lived there and made payments for 14 years. Those kinds of things happen down here. Basically, they now have nothing. But Gilberto wants to stay in the town where they have been living and continue to lead the group. He needs your prayers.
One last pastor...thankfully, more positive, but still needing prayer. Leandro is pastor of a church in a rural area in northern Costa Rica. He lives very simply, as most do in the area. (We would view it as very poor, but to them it's normal.) Leandro is a progressive thinker and is very mission minded. He has several cell Bible study groups going in closeby villages and is looking for ways to start more. Leandro is training people to be leaders of these groups and has a view to reach as many as he can in the area. Pray that God will continue to give him vision.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Costa Rican Neighbors
Last Tuesday, September 21, eight of our neighbors entertained us in one of their homes as a welcome time. They were delightful, and we feel so blessed to finally get to meet them. Remember how desperate I was to know the Mexico City neighbors?
These 8 folks are all about our age and middle-class people who have lived in this neighborhood 30 years or so and raised their children here.
We spent three house snacking on chips and dip and talking about the country, books they'd read, neighborhood traffic problems, etc. Does this sound soooooooooooo normal?!
They gave us a cactus dish garden, toasted us and prayed for us (that we would feel welcome, etc). They also told us that they didn't see much of each other but that each knew that the others are available in times of need and we believe it.
Thankfully they talked to each other most of the time as we sat and smiled and nodded. We knew the subject matter but didn't get the specifics. When they talked directly to us, the ladies especially slowed down and faced us so we could understand. Socializing is tough in a new language.
Also last Saturday I saw the man across the stree outside with his twin grandbabies. I'd never met him but without thinking (which is normal for me and the best way in Spanish) I ran over there to see the 8 month old babies and meet him and his two adult daughters. They were also very nice people and I'm pleased to have met them.
This Saturday we are having our new friends from Grecia for lunch. They own the B&B we visited a few weeks back. Costa Rica is a beautiful place to retire so attacts many Americans.
These Costa Ricans dress like we do and have the same interests and concerns - what a small world we live in!
These 8 folks are all about our age and middle-class people who have lived in this neighborhood 30 years or so and raised their children here.
We spent three house snacking on chips and dip and talking about the country, books they'd read, neighborhood traffic problems, etc. Does this sound soooooooooooo normal?!
They gave us a cactus dish garden, toasted us and prayed for us (that we would feel welcome, etc). They also told us that they didn't see much of each other but that each knew that the others are available in times of need and we believe it.
Thankfully they talked to each other most of the time as we sat and smiled and nodded. We knew the subject matter but didn't get the specifics. When they talked directly to us, the ladies especially slowed down and faced us so we could understand. Socializing is tough in a new language.
Also last Saturday I saw the man across the stree outside with his twin grandbabies. I'd never met him but without thinking (which is normal for me and the best way in Spanish) I ran over there to see the 8 month old babies and meet him and his two adult daughters. They were also very nice people and I'm pleased to have met them.
This Saturday we are having our new friends from Grecia for lunch. They own the B&B we visited a few weeks back. Costa Rica is a beautiful place to retire so attacts many Americans.
These Costa Ricans dress like we do and have the same interests and concerns - what a small world we live in!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Independence Day in Costa Rica
Yesterday, September 15, was Independence Day here in Costa Rica (in Mexico too for that matter). For over a week, the school children have been practicing marching nearly every day in front of our house. Our subdivision is called "Los Colegios" because there are so many schools in the area. Remember many children in Latin America go to private schools - more than in the U.S. First through sixth grade is "escuela" and seventh through twelve is "colegio".
Our neighbor children leave home about 6:20 a.m. for school. Since the sun rises at 5:30 a.m. everyone gets up and gets started very early down here. All children wear school uniforms too.
Anyway, they have been marching to drums with some of the girls wearing long, tiered skirts which they twirled and others carrying flag poles without flags. (They got flags for the real parade)
The culmination of all this practicing was yesterday. On the night of the 14th they have a parade of lanterns and on the morning of the 15th there are long parades in every area of town.
We went to the parade which started at 9 a.m. about 3 blocks from our house. Some of the children were dressed in the costumes of the old farmers, some as religious figures, etc. There was lots of loud drumming; baton twirling and so on.
There were thousands of folk watching. All of the groups had parents walking along side of the "bands" with mothers taking drinks of water and Gatorade out to the children periodically.
We heard a few firecrackers but didn't see anything. It isn't really a very big holiday here but we missionaries know how to celebrate Independence Day so got together in the afternoon for a cookout and homemade ice cream.
You may or may not know that Costa Rica has no military and is a very peaceful, prosperous country - for Latin America. The people are very modern and "in the know". You will find few Costa Ricans in the U.S. as they have no good reason to leave home - life is good here.
Our neighbor children leave home about 6:20 a.m. for school. Since the sun rises at 5:30 a.m. everyone gets up and gets started very early down here. All children wear school uniforms too.
Anyway, they have been marching to drums with some of the girls wearing long, tiered skirts which they twirled and others carrying flag poles without flags. (They got flags for the real parade)
The culmination of all this practicing was yesterday. On the night of the 14th they have a parade of lanterns and on the morning of the 15th there are long parades in every area of town.
We went to the parade which started at 9 a.m. about 3 blocks from our house. Some of the children were dressed in the costumes of the old farmers, some as religious figures, etc. There was lots of loud drumming; baton twirling and so on.
There were thousands of folk watching. All of the groups had parents walking along side of the "bands" with mothers taking drinks of water and Gatorade out to the children periodically.
We heard a few firecrackers but didn't see anything. It isn't really a very big holiday here but we missionaries know how to celebrate Independence Day so got together in the afternoon for a cookout and homemade ice cream.
You may or may not know that Costa Rica has no military and is a very peaceful, prosperous country - for Latin America. The people are very modern and "in the know". You will find few Costa Ricans in the U.S. as they have no good reason to leave home - life is good here.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Last night we visited in the home of Oscar and Zeidy (Sadie) Brenes. In the move to Costa Rica a leg on a chair was broken and Oscar, being adept in wood work, repaired the chair. We went to their house to pick up the chair.
Oscar is 42 years old...a humble man who loves the Lord, as does his wife, Zeidy. Several years ago Oscar and Zeidy moved to Boquerón, managed to buy a small lot and began building a very modest house. Oscar has a notebook containing drawings of the house in some detail. Each page is marked with a date and time, and sometimes, a scripture. He says God gave him the vision and plan for the house, because each idea came during or after much prayer for God's leadership. That's the significance of the dates and times. Each indicates the time God gave him the idea for that part of the house.
As I said, it's a modest house...nothing really unusual or in the least fancy except that the wood work displays the craft an artist. What captures your attention is the front part of the house. Oscar and Zeidy have built a small worship center, what we might call a chapel. They have turned the garage into a meeting place for believers. Being a worker of wood, Oscar built very nice, but not fancy, pews and a small pulpit. The wall behind the pulpit is painted with a very pretty mountain scene.
Oscar is the pastor of a small congregation of believers who come each Sunday to this little chapel. The children learn of the love of Jesus and the adults join in worship and prayer. Talk about a "house church."
Oscar does his wood crafting and sells what he can. Zeidy could work outside the home at a job, but she says that often ladies come to the house for her advice, encouragement, and counseling so she doesn't want to be away. Besides , she wants to be with her girls, 8 and 6. They receive no pay from the church members. Oscar and Zeidy struggle financially, but they believe they are in the will of the Lord, and, as those who are sure of their place in the Lord, are happy.
For those of us who are used to big buildings, big budgets, and professional staffs, this seems unusual, maybe even "quaint." Some would say silly. But where evangelicals are in the minority and believers are few, this type of situation is more the norm than large congregations and nice buildings. No, every little group doesn't have an Oscar and Zeidy who turn part of their house into a chapel. But more often than not, groups are meeting in houses until there is not enough room, then struggling to find a place big enough to hold them.
Pray for Oscar and Zeidy. But also pray for all the other small groups of believers that are so in the minority in this, and other countries. They don't have the luxury of having many churches to choose from (if that is indeed a blessing). They do the best they can and don't worry too much about competing with the church down the road.
Oscar is 42 years old...a humble man who loves the Lord, as does his wife, Zeidy. Several years ago Oscar and Zeidy moved to Boquerón, managed to buy a small lot and began building a very modest house. Oscar has a notebook containing drawings of the house in some detail. Each page is marked with a date and time, and sometimes, a scripture. He says God gave him the vision and plan for the house, because each idea came during or after much prayer for God's leadership. That's the significance of the dates and times. Each indicates the time God gave him the idea for that part of the house.
As I said, it's a modest house...nothing really unusual or in the least fancy except that the wood work displays the craft an artist. What captures your attention is the front part of the house. Oscar and Zeidy have built a small worship center, what we might call a chapel. They have turned the garage into a meeting place for believers. Being a worker of wood, Oscar built very nice, but not fancy, pews and a small pulpit. The wall behind the pulpit is painted with a very pretty mountain scene.
Oscar is the pastor of a small congregation of believers who come each Sunday to this little chapel. The children learn of the love of Jesus and the adults join in worship and prayer. Talk about a "house church."
Oscar does his wood crafting and sells what he can. Zeidy could work outside the home at a job, but she says that often ladies come to the house for her advice, encouragement, and counseling so she doesn't want to be away. Besides , she wants to be with her girls, 8 and 6. They receive no pay from the church members. Oscar and Zeidy struggle financially, but they believe they are in the will of the Lord, and, as those who are sure of their place in the Lord, are happy.
For those of us who are used to big buildings, big budgets, and professional staffs, this seems unusual, maybe even "quaint." Some would say silly. But where evangelicals are in the minority and believers are few, this type of situation is more the norm than large congregations and nice buildings. No, every little group doesn't have an Oscar and Zeidy who turn part of their house into a chapel. But more often than not, groups are meeting in houses until there is not enough room, then struggling to find a place big enough to hold them.
Pray for Oscar and Zeidy. But also pray for all the other small groups of believers that are so in the minority in this, and other countries. They don't have the luxury of having many churches to choose from (if that is indeed a blessing). They do the best they can and don't worry too much about competing with the church down the road.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Modern Costa Rica
I have an idea that many of you think that Costa Rica is a jungle with natives. Even though much of it is jungle, and a beautiful jungle at that, the people are modern and up to date. They may be poor and live in houses with dirt floors with walls that don't go all the way to the ceiling (probably for good ventilation) - they may not have a couch but they almost all have televisions so "know" all about the world. That reminds me to tell you that what most foreigners think about the U.S. is what they see on televison and that's not good for the most part.
Many Costa Ricans have a better lifestyle than Mexicans which is probably why you seldom run into them in the U.S. They don't need to leave to have a good life.
One difference I see in living in Costa Rica and the U.S. is that even though you can buy most of the same things here, there just isn't the choice we have in the States. The cosmetic section at the grocery store, for instance, is about 6 feet long - the entire selection of cosmetics is housed in this small space. You don't have the choice of brands and don't have the generic brands so if you want the "luxury" things like make-up, you have to pay high prices and take what you can find.
Actually, I am finding more American food products here in Costa Rica than I did in Mexico. I was so thrilled to get pickles, for instance.
People still live behind walls or rod-iron fences like in Mexico so we don't see our neighbors often, and I don't like that. We have to go through 4 locks to get to our car and get it out of the garage. If we have put the car in for the night, it takes something really big to make us get it out again before the next day. We aren't complaining as this is the first garage we've had since leaving the U.S.
The sun rises between 5 and 6 in the morning and sets the same time at night, year around. That means that the people start early. We hear talking outside our bedroom window every day about 5:20 - ladies going on their daily walk.
These are just some random thoughts about living "down here". Come visit us and see for yourself.
Many Costa Ricans have a better lifestyle than Mexicans which is probably why you seldom run into them in the U.S. They don't need to leave to have a good life.
One difference I see in living in Costa Rica and the U.S. is that even though you can buy most of the same things here, there just isn't the choice we have in the States. The cosmetic section at the grocery store, for instance, is about 6 feet long - the entire selection of cosmetics is housed in this small space. You don't have the choice of brands and don't have the generic brands so if you want the "luxury" things like make-up, you have to pay high prices and take what you can find.
Actually, I am finding more American food products here in Costa Rica than I did in Mexico. I was so thrilled to get pickles, for instance.
People still live behind walls or rod-iron fences like in Mexico so we don't see our neighbors often, and I don't like that. We have to go through 4 locks to get to our car and get it out of the garage. If we have put the car in for the night, it takes something really big to make us get it out again before the next day. We aren't complaining as this is the first garage we've had since leaving the U.S.
The sun rises between 5 and 6 in the morning and sets the same time at night, year around. That means that the people start early. We hear talking outside our bedroom window every day about 5:20 - ladies going on their daily walk.
These are just some random thoughts about living "down here". Come visit us and see for yourself.
Sunday, August 29, 2004
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Biking for Jesus
Well, the road blocks finally dispersed and Mitzi and I set out for Nicoya and, after a liesurely 4 hour drive, arrived around noon on Thursday...only two days later than we intended.
Having a vague idea of where the volunteer group was to be working we went up that road until we came to the next town, and not having found them, ate a nice lunch and returned to Nicoya via another route...all the while hoping we would happen upon the bikers. I could hardly wait. My bike was tuned and ready, and, after all, it had only been about 7 years since I biked the roads of East Tennessee regularly. (Time does pass fast, doesn't it?) My enthusiasm, plus the fact that the terrain was fairly flat and rolling, only served to feed my desire to get started. This was going to be fun.
Still no bikers. The hotel was handy, so we stopped in and asked about the "gringo" group from the United States. The young lady's eyes lit up with recognition (or was that amusement) and said my friend was waiting for me. She called his room, and sure enough, Steve, our GO group worker was there waiting for us to show up.
The previous two days the group breezed through the area we had searched and gone to the road between Nicoya and Samara, a stretch of about 20 miles. (By the way, Samara is a small, tranquil village located in a cove on the Pacific ocean...nice beach, few people. The locals know about it, but it hasn't been discovered by many tourists yet. Great spot for a quiet and relaxing few days of vacation.) Steve inquired about what we wanted to do. Did we want to wait for the group? Did I want him to take me to find them? No way. I was already unloading my bike and changing in to my biking duds. "Point me in the right direction, and I'm on my way. Since they're working back this way, I'll find them."
Now Steve's a big guy and isn't a wimp...works out, stays in shape. But he wasn't biking. Delivering the ladies to their walking assignments...checking on everyone by truck...I didn't pick up on that right away. Funny how the enthusiasm of youth blinds you to things that ought to be obvious. Problem is...I seem to be missing one vital element. You figure it out. (I have heard that when a guy is young he is an enthusiastic young man, but later he's just an old fool.)
Anyway. I set out riding liesurely through Nicoya and onto the road to Samara...Did I say "onto"? I meant to say "up." What happened to the rolling hills? Those beautiful green mountains we admired all the way to Nicoya had not only followed us, they had now anchored themselves between Nicoya and Samara. No matter. This was going to be fun. And it was...in the same strange way that a marathon is fun to a runner, conquering the English channel is fun to a swimmer, reaching the pinnacle of Mount Everest is fun to a climber. No, not really. I can't put myself in those categories. It was enjoyable and not all that hard. (Easy to say now, two days later.)
Eventually, I did meet up with the other bikers, and they were having the time of their lives. For some of them, mountain biking was an unfamiliar experience. For others, it was something they did regularly. But for all of them, going house to house, visiting with people, praying for them, and giving them the gospel was exilirating. The long uphill pulls were not even factors. They were like kids again, each wanting to talk and tell his story about what happened at this house...what they prayed for with that person.
I joined one of the goups that were "leap-frogging" along the road, and at first I kind of took the lead because I was the only one in our group of three that spoke Spanish. I soon realized that I was only getting in their way. They felt cheated if they didn't get to talk to the people...no matter that they couldn't speak Spanish. It was a real pleasure to just stand back and watch them attempt the few words they knew and point out the key passages in the Spanish Book of John we were giving. It's amazing how God filters through all our feeble attempts and brings out the truth. Those simple mountain folks could sense the sincerity and love those big ole tough gringo bikers had. We were sweaty, smelly, and couldn't speak their language very well, but something else was there. Time after time they invited us to sit on the porch with them. When the heavy rains came...each day...people invited us to stay until the rain stopped.
There are a few stretches of road in Costa Rica that have received the gospel because a group of guys from East Tennessee made a trip, had lots of fun, and stopped at each house to hand a person what could change a life...an eternity.
Having a vague idea of where the volunteer group was to be working we went up that road until we came to the next town, and not having found them, ate a nice lunch and returned to Nicoya via another route...all the while hoping we would happen upon the bikers. I could hardly wait. My bike was tuned and ready, and, after all, it had only been about 7 years since I biked the roads of East Tennessee regularly. (Time does pass fast, doesn't it?) My enthusiasm, plus the fact that the terrain was fairly flat and rolling, only served to feed my desire to get started. This was going to be fun.
Still no bikers. The hotel was handy, so we stopped in and asked about the "gringo" group from the United States. The young lady's eyes lit up with recognition (or was that amusement) and said my friend was waiting for me. She called his room, and sure enough, Steve, our GO group worker was there waiting for us to show up.
The previous two days the group breezed through the area we had searched and gone to the road between Nicoya and Samara, a stretch of about 20 miles. (By the way, Samara is a small, tranquil village located in a cove on the Pacific ocean...nice beach, few people. The locals know about it, but it hasn't been discovered by many tourists yet. Great spot for a quiet and relaxing few days of vacation.) Steve inquired about what we wanted to do. Did we want to wait for the group? Did I want him to take me to find them? No way. I was already unloading my bike and changing in to my biking duds. "Point me in the right direction, and I'm on my way. Since they're working back this way, I'll find them."
Now Steve's a big guy and isn't a wimp...works out, stays in shape. But he wasn't biking. Delivering the ladies to their walking assignments...checking on everyone by truck...I didn't pick up on that right away. Funny how the enthusiasm of youth blinds you to things that ought to be obvious. Problem is...I seem to be missing one vital element. You figure it out. (I have heard that when a guy is young he is an enthusiastic young man, but later he's just an old fool.)
Anyway. I set out riding liesurely through Nicoya and onto the road to Samara...Did I say "onto"? I meant to say "up." What happened to the rolling hills? Those beautiful green mountains we admired all the way to Nicoya had not only followed us, they had now anchored themselves between Nicoya and Samara. No matter. This was going to be fun. And it was...in the same strange way that a marathon is fun to a runner, conquering the English channel is fun to a swimmer, reaching the pinnacle of Mount Everest is fun to a climber. No, not really. I can't put myself in those categories. It was enjoyable and not all that hard. (Easy to say now, two days later.)
Eventually, I did meet up with the other bikers, and they were having the time of their lives. For some of them, mountain biking was an unfamiliar experience. For others, it was something they did regularly. But for all of them, going house to house, visiting with people, praying for them, and giving them the gospel was exilirating. The long uphill pulls were not even factors. They were like kids again, each wanting to talk and tell his story about what happened at this house...what they prayed for with that person.
I joined one of the goups that were "leap-frogging" along the road, and at first I kind of took the lead because I was the only one in our group of three that spoke Spanish. I soon realized that I was only getting in their way. They felt cheated if they didn't get to talk to the people...no matter that they couldn't speak Spanish. It was a real pleasure to just stand back and watch them attempt the few words they knew and point out the key passages in the Spanish Book of John we were giving. It's amazing how God filters through all our feeble attempts and brings out the truth. Those simple mountain folks could sense the sincerity and love those big ole tough gringo bikers had. We were sweaty, smelly, and couldn't speak their language very well, but something else was there. Time after time they invited us to sit on the porch with them. When the heavy rains came...each day...people invited us to stay until the rain stopped.
There are a few stretches of road in Costa Rica that have received the gospel because a group of guys from East Tennessee made a trip, had lots of fun, and stopped at each house to hand a person what could change a life...an eternity.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Trucker Strike
Life in Latin America....We were supposed to go to Nicoya today to work with a volunteer group from FBC, Powell, TN...a unique working method. They are traveling the rural roads on bicycles, delivering the Book of John to each house. Well, I took my old bike to the shop to get it "tuned up." Of course, the tune up worked its way into two new tires and a few other things...a $12 job into $30. It was ok. I was excited about the trip and working with the group, and, I suppose renewing a love for riding the bike.
Early this morning calls began to come. Did we know that the truckers had the road we needed to travel blocked? Traffic was backed up for miles and miles. People are unable to get to the airport for scheduled flights, travel to work places, come home from trips.
We waited and regularly checked the T.V. and radio for news that they had called off the road blocks and we could get started. Didn't come. Maybe tomorrow. We're not sure what the issues are.
Attitudes toward laws are interesting in Latin America. Of course, in the U.S. this wouldn't be allowed. Latins seem to have a high regard for rules in most cases...You can't go in the "out" door. You have to do anything bureaucratic in the proper order and sequence without question. They'll wait in line patiently to do transactions. But corruption is rampant in government, and there is little regard for law, maybe understandably.
Surely there's an application in all that somewhere. Like maybe we all do pretty well until we decide breaking the law will benefit us. Then it's ok to disregard the rules...even to the detriment of others.
Early this morning calls began to come. Did we know that the truckers had the road we needed to travel blocked? Traffic was backed up for miles and miles. People are unable to get to the airport for scheduled flights, travel to work places, come home from trips.
We waited and regularly checked the T.V. and radio for news that they had called off the road blocks and we could get started. Didn't come. Maybe tomorrow. We're not sure what the issues are.
Attitudes toward laws are interesting in Latin America. Of course, in the U.S. this wouldn't be allowed. Latins seem to have a high regard for rules in most cases...You can't go in the "out" door. You have to do anything bureaucratic in the proper order and sequence without question. They'll wait in line patiently to do transactions. But corruption is rampant in government, and there is little regard for law, maybe understandably.
Surely there's an application in all that somewhere. Like maybe we all do pretty well until we decide breaking the law will benefit us. Then it's ok to disregard the rules...even to the detriment of others.
Monday, August 23, 2004
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
Rosa
Mitzi and I drove to Bajos del Toro yesterday. Nestled high in the emerald green mountains of Costa Rica, it's one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. As you drive in on narrow, one lane roads, you can see waterfalls far across the valley. It's farm and dairy land and the fields are full of crops and milk cows. The people are simple country people...friendly and warm, but with very little knowledge of the true gospel.
I worked there with a group from Michigan last week and wanted to go back to visit with one family in particular. As we walked through the village, we had stopped and talked with a lady named Rosa. She is 66 years old and has lived in that area all her life. When we first talked to her, very briefly, we asked if there was anything that we could pray about with her. She responded negatively, saying that everything was fine. While we were there, her grown daughter, Sinia, stopped by and we met her. She lives across the road from Rosa.
We left and later came back down the road passing out the Book of John with marked passages which are called "Pasos Hacia una Vida Mejor" - "Steps to a Better Life." (The first pass was to pray for the homes and, if we got a chance, with whoever would let us pray for them personally.) That time we came to the daughter's house first and had a nice visit with her, then proceeded to her mother's house. This time as we visited with Rosa, she told us, with tears, that her daughter's husband drank a lot. It was obviously a problem.
I wanted Mitzi to meet her and have a chance to get to know her, so we went back Saturday. She talked some more about the drinking problems, and we prayed with her. I wanted for us to visit with Sinia, but she was working at a trout farm restaurant. We did go there and have lunch, so she knows we were there.
Alcohol is such a problem in these villages. The men work hard in the fields and have little hope of ever doing anything else. There is nothing to do other than work and drink. Rosa, whose husband is a "buen hombre que no toma ni fuma" (a good man who doesn't drink or smoke), told us that he, "slept, ate, and worked."
Please join us in praying for Sinia's husband in particular and the men of so many villages who have no hope nor purpose without Christ.
I worked there with a group from Michigan last week and wanted to go back to visit with one family in particular. As we walked through the village, we had stopped and talked with a lady named Rosa. She is 66 years old and has lived in that area all her life. When we first talked to her, very briefly, we asked if there was anything that we could pray about with her. She responded negatively, saying that everything was fine. While we were there, her grown daughter, Sinia, stopped by and we met her. She lives across the road from Rosa.
We left and later came back down the road passing out the Book of John with marked passages which are called "Pasos Hacia una Vida Mejor" - "Steps to a Better Life." (The first pass was to pray for the homes and, if we got a chance, with whoever would let us pray for them personally.) That time we came to the daughter's house first and had a nice visit with her, then proceeded to her mother's house. This time as we visited with Rosa, she told us, with tears, that her daughter's husband drank a lot. It was obviously a problem.
I wanted Mitzi to meet her and have a chance to get to know her, so we went back Saturday. She talked some more about the drinking problems, and we prayed with her. I wanted for us to visit with Sinia, but she was working at a trout farm restaurant. We did go there and have lunch, so she knows we were there.
Alcohol is such a problem in these villages. The men work hard in the fields and have little hope of ever doing anything else. There is nothing to do other than work and drink. Rosa, whose husband is a "buen hombre que no toma ni fuma" (a good man who doesn't drink or smoke), told us that he, "slept, ate, and worked."
Please join us in praying for Sinia's husband in particular and the men of so many villages who have no hope nor purpose without Christ.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
God at work
I found out that last week one of our workers led at least 10 people to Christ during Bible studies. This is on top of a number of people who agreed to have a Bible study in their homes.
We are seeing that people are open to at least talk about the gospel. Generally, the Costa Rican people are God-fearing. But they more often than not are not practicing anything. An article in the newspaper last week stated that the percentage of practicing Catholics in Costa Rica had fallen to 47%. As we talk to people, that seems to be true.
We are seeing that people are open to at least talk about the gospel. Generally, the Costa Rican people are God-fearing. But they more often than not are not practicing anything. An article in the newspaper last week stated that the percentage of practicing Catholics in Costa Rica had fallen to 47%. As we talk to people, that seems to be true.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Birthday
Today was my birthday...not an auspicous occasion...matter of fact, I tried to forget it. People kept reminding me of it. I think they were gloating, since they were all younger than me...well, almost all of them. Of course, there's not too many people I know who aren't younger than me. Parents...but you know how that is. They tend to remember their children's birthdays.
One story about the recent project...
One of our teams of three people approached a house up in the mountains and began talking to the people who lived there...a man, his daughter and his wife...maybe another person, I'm not sure. The team leader explained that they were walking through the area, passing out gospels of John, and praying for people. The father spoke to his family, saying, "Ya llegaron." "Now, they came." He went on to explain that they had been wanting someone to come and pray for his daughter, who recently had surgery on her arm to remove a growth. The team prayed for the young lady, for her healing, and for the family, then explained that they were not "healers" but that God could heal her. He might not, but He could. They went on to discuss the need for healing of the soul.
To me it's interesting that we seemed to be an answer to their needs at the time. Maybe we were. Are there any cooincidences in God's economy?
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Saturday, August 14, 2004
I, (Carroll) got home last night from a trip with a group from Michigan. They were a great group to work with...not one complaint all week. Sense of humor, hard-working. We worked in three small villages and along country roads, going from house to house, passing out the Gospel of John with steps to a better life...steps to salvation actually, which is, of course, a better life.
The goal was multifacited...to pass out the gospel; to lead people to Christ if the opportunity arose; to pray for people as they would permit; and to find open doors to hold a Bibls study in the home. Praise the Lord several people prayed to receive Christ and a half dozen or so Bible studies were scheduled. Many people were prayed for.
The people of Costa Rica are generally open to talk to us. Their Catholic roots are not generally as strong as in some other Latin America countries. In fact a recent survey here indicated that only about 47% of Costa Ricans were practicing Catholics. That means there are a lot of them not practicing any religion.
The goal was multifacited...to pass out the gospel; to lead people to Christ if the opportunity arose; to pray for people as they would permit; and to find open doors to hold a Bibls study in the home. Praise the Lord several people prayed to receive Christ and a half dozen or so Bible studies were scheduled. Many people were prayed for.
The people of Costa Rica are generally open to talk to us. Their Catholic roots are not generally as strong as in some other Latin America countries. In fact a recent survey here indicated that only about 47% of Costa Ricans were practicing Catholics. That means there are a lot of them not practicing any religion.
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