Once we finished another great breakfast,
we drove to the mercado in Siguatepeque that gathers every
Thursday and Saturday. Thankfully I was able to purchase items
for everyone in my family in one trip. Given my lack of love
for shopping, I was releived.
Unfortunately, Alfredo’s grandmother
died the evening before so he had to head to Teguz to make
arrangements. He did not return until Friday morning.
The hard work continued but everyone kept
a servant attitude, anticipating and reacting to what needed to
be done next. I have enjoyed seeing how each member of the team
noticed when another needed to take a break or to switch
duties.
This was the first night we were able to
sing for an extended time. What a wonderful time of praise. My
favorite image of the evening was during our worship time,
Alfredo the bus driver humbly sat with his head bowed while we
sang praying for our worship time even though he could not
understand one word we uttered. What a faithful and joyful
servant. I shared for a while from Romans 8:15 regarding our
freedom from the slavery that leads to fear to the spirit of
adoption. Adoption fits with our purpose here.
In casual conversation, Tom began sharing
fascinating stories about his most interesting cases as a
medical examiner, often including details of how body parts
look similar to various foods. This went on until after 10pm.
The lesson for everyone listening was that you should never
remove a samurai sword that has been driven down one’s
chest!
For you did not receive a spirit that makes
you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of
sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”
Romans 8:15
