As Dr. Rumbaugh says, the five Fs of missions are flexible, flexible, flexible, flexible, frijoles (the last one is my addition) and, well, the result of that attitude is that I have a number of new things to add to my resume…Tuesday’s addition was grave-digging.
I was out front of the orphanage throwing the platilla (Frisbee) with some of the kids when, all of a sudden, they leave me and start running to the rapidly growing circle of kids standing out in a field. When I make my way to the front I found Blackie (MamaTara’s favorite and oldest dog) lying on the ground. Some thought he was hit by a car, but I’m pretty sure he just died naturally. Apparently the last time this happened the pastor came and threw the dog in another field, greatly offended MamaTara, so I decided to bury Blackie in another nearby field. It didn’t take long to dig the hole, but it was difficult to keep the kids from playing with the corpse while doing so.
In other news, things here have been great lately, although I still haven’t found a ton of work for me to do (besides the random needs, like burial). I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on God and the work of the Holy Spirit in my life. At nights, I’m able to go out, enjoy the stars and praise God by myself.
The kids can be frustrating at times, but they are cute and can be a lot of fun. I’m getting used rice and beans and have been able to alleviate my desires for better food in town. I really love the distraction-free lifestyle down here, as it makes it so much easier to just commune with God (even if 5 kids are grabbing/poking/pulling out my leg/arm/chest hair).
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