de Hechos 22:16
"Y ahora, ¿qué esperas? Levántate, bautízate y lávate de tus pecados, invocando su nombre.”
And now what are you waiting for? Get up, be baptized wash your sins away, calling on his name.What are you waiting for?
Our excellent devotional time was led by Dr. Hector. He shared with us from song and scripture and his life about freedom, about strain, about strength, and the process of renewal through faith and by the sovereign power of God.
Patrick, our team leader, also shared with us about being a new creations, being called and committed to the message of reconciliation and of being Christ's ambassadors.
Filled and fueled by the Spirit we set out for our third day of clinics. Today's location was around Jerijuyu at Cruz Queada, a school not too far from the Pan American Highway (see GPS track at bottom of the post) and situated in a strawberry plantation of sorts (shown immediately below).
I knew my first shift was going to be serving with Sarah in the children's ministry, so I wore my One fish, Two fish... Dr. Suess shirt in Spanish, thinking the kids would like it, which I believe they did, but I also think they were a bit disappointed that the blue-eyed stranger's language skills didn't quite match the t-shirt. Not by a long shot, actually. These kids were adorable! And there were A LOT of them. Every one of them sweet as can be.
After giving a presentation of the gospel based on the UpStreet model (that's me in the picture below playing the part of Vanna, illustrating the public testimony and confession of faith that is baptism by the "We Show" and lurched Zener-esque water card), we helped them each assemble a little paper cube with the presentation's message in Spanish. Then we gave every little one a pair of flip-flops. Their patience and good behavior would put the average American child to shame.
After giving a presentation of the gospel based on the UpStreet model (that's me in the picture below playing the part of Vanna, illustrating the public testimony and confession of faith that is baptism by the "We Show" and lurched Zener-esque water card), we helped them each assemble a little paper cube with the presentation's message in Spanish. Then we gave every little one a pair of flip-flops. Their patience and good behavior would put the average American child to shame.
After lunch (which was awesome!), I moved over to the counseling stations, where I was paired up with Rosey. This turned out quite well because even though each of the translators were already in active stations, Rosey is fluent in Spanish, so we got along very well.
This little girl needed medicine for her eyes that we didn't have in our pharmacy, and her mother was not sure how she would be able to get it. We weren't able to solve that problem right then and there, but it was a great opportunity to put our faith into action and call on God to take care of His children. We prayed for healing, a way to get the necessary medicine and most of all for mom and daughter to have hope and confidence in the Lord's provision. The smiles on our faces below are what that sort of hope and confidence look like.
This is Luis. He was the first man to come through a counseling station that I was in all week. He also didn't know about what it was like to have a relationship with Christ based on grace alone. Rosey and I had the privilege and blessing of sharing the good news of Christ's perfect and finished work on the cross and of His free gift that is the bridge across the gap separating sinful creature from perfect Creator. After some discussion about his true spiritual condition and a review of the scripture behind what we were saying , he placed his trust and faith in Jesus as his Lord and Savior, and he prayed to receive Christ in his heart. That was the first time I had ever been on that side of the sinner's prayer. ¡Luis, Dios te bendiga!
And lastly before heading back to GC, I showed off my son's picture of smiley face people holding up the letters "I ♡ YOU, PAXTON" in the picture below:
The Trek out to Cruz Quemada:

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