Home Again

On Tuesday, March 27^th I boarded a plane in Huatulco to begin my journey home. The trip provided a couple of interesting experiences, but I made it safely home. We are staying for the time being with some relatives. I am going to be aggressively looking for employment.

           The last days in Huatulco were busy packing up what I was taking home and disposing of the rest. Two good friends, Art and Betty, have a ministry through which they collect anything you could imagine and distribute it to people in need. It helped a lot and it was satisfying to know that things went to people who needed them.

Saying my good-byes to all of the people who had become close was the most difficult thing I had to do. There were a few tears on both sides, and I am still overwhelmed by the expressions of love I received. A part of my heart remains with them.

Art and Betty rode with to the airport and generously paid for the cab ride. When we arrived, I was met by another friend Eddie (& Irasema) who works for the airline I flew. He called me to the head of the check in line. He had already prepared my boarding passes giving me the choicest seat assignments. Later, he ran out on the tarmac to say good-bye one more time. He also took my carry-on bag, which had to be stowed in the cargo hold because the plane to Mexico City was very small. Again, I didn’t have to wait in line. He treated me feel like a celebrity.

When I boarded the plane to Chicago from Mexico City, I waited to be one of the last ones to get on the plane. My carry-on bag wound up having to be checked because there was no room left in the overheads. No big deal because that meant I wouldn’t have to lug it off the plane and through the airport. When I got to my assigned window seat in the first row of coach, I found it occupied by an older lady. Her husband was in the center seat and the aisle seat was piled high with loose items. They refused to move. He wouldn’t clear the aisle seat for me saying that his property needed to be there. I had to ask the flight attendant to help. I let the older woman her keep my window seat and I took the aisle.

My kindness was repaid double-fold. First, the aisle seat provided more legroom than I needed because there was no wall in front it. Second, I realized that I was not going to have to wait for them to be out of the way when it came time to deplane. This convenience became especially important when I realized that my passport was in my carry-on that had been put below with the other luggage. I would not have access to it until the other side of Immigration. Since there is no getting through Immigration without your passport, I had a potential problem. I didn’t think I would be as successful as Tom Hanks at living in the airport and I didn’t want to try.

As I stood in line thinking about what I was going to say, I saw an officer in front of the desks. I decided to approach him. His response was, “Come with me.” He took me past the desks to the luggage carousel and helped me retrieve by bags. When I handed him my passport, he took me back to the desks and handed the paperwork to an officer who immediately processed it. I didn’t even have to wait in the long line to be checked in. What a blessing!

IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME AND i LOOK FORWARD TO RECONNECTING WITH EVERYONE.

Perhaps the Final Edition-For now.

I’m down to 8 days and a wakeup. I remember saying things like that as I counted the days and calling myself a single digit midget when I had less than 10 days left in the US Army almost 40 years ago.  Back then, I was as excited as anyone could be to finish my three years of service and move on with my life. I find myself today excited to be returning home to see family and friends, but I am also feeling sadness at the thought of leaving behind the work and especially those who have become a part of my life. I don't like the waiting. I wish it was today. At the same time I wish the final days would go slowly.

I am in the process of saying my goodbyes. The final English classes will be Wednesday. The rest of the time I will be spent visiting and also doing the final cleaning of the apartment. We are blessed to have had Arturo and Beatriz as friends. A part of their ministry is something they call the Gymnasium of Hope. They collect clothing, food, furniture and whatever else then they distribute it to people in need. It is helping us out because I have only two 50 lb. suitcases for everything I am able to bring home. The rest stays behind. Much of it has already passed through the Gym and into the hands of those in need.

This is the third time we have had to shed almost all of our possessions. It has given me a very clear picture of the unimportance of “stuff” in life. I have said it here before, but I have learned so much in the past year about God’s love, life and myself. God has used the circumstances of life and the people and culture here to open my eyes to see from a completely different perspective. I am a little bit nervous about losing that as I reintegrate back into the culture in the States.

This will probably be the final blog from Mexico. The last few days are going to be very busy. I have more invitations than I am able to accept. The plan is to board an Aero México plane on Tuesday afternoon. I should arrive in Chicago late Tuesday night and be back in the Rockford area some time Wednesday. The first order of business will be finding employment. Then I will be looking for a restaurant that serves authentic Oaxaqueña-style food.  I look forward to seeing everyone.

Visiting Old Friends

My flight home is booked for the 27^th of this month. That leaves me a little more than three full weeks in Huatulco.  I will be continuing regular activities until the twentieth and spending the last week with friends as much as possible. I really need to make sure I get to the beach at least one more time. I am excited to be coming home, but I am already missing things here. I have gotten really comfortable with the culture. I am not looking forward to a couple of weeks of culture shock when I return.

Ramon, his wife Margarita & their Daughter

Tlaxiaco Preparing for Market
 in the Early Morning Mist

I had the opportunity to visit Tlaxiaco (Tlac-i-áko) this week. It was a long journey of eleven hours by bus along winding, bumpy roads. It was well worth it though as I was able to visit some friends we had made when we were there about six years ago. I was welcomed with excitement and treated like royalty. It was great catching up and seeing how their families had grown and prospered. I also was able to go up to San Pedro Yucunama. It is a small a village we had worked in. I took a cab up, but had to walk the 9 kilometers out. It was a tough walk with a lot of steep up and down and little shade. Overall, the visit brought back many good memories. A part of my heart is still buried in that part of Mexico. Another part will be left in Huatulco.

Andres & his Goats

In Mexico, they use a lot of 15 passenger vans called Urvans. The seats are small and people are really crammed in. I had a good seat on the leg to Oaxaca City, but I was stuck in the smallest seat in the back on the leg to Huatulco. The seat afforded less than zero legroom and I was smashed between two other people. Added to that were the unbelievably curvy roads with constant topes (speed bumps) and construction. It was seven hours of indescribable torture. Today I stayed home to re-hydrate and recuperate.

Atop the Church in Yucunama
Built in the Year 1575

 One other great part of the trip was that I was able to share with many people the Gospel through the telling of the story of my own conversion. At one point, my friend Andres started telling it for me when he introduced me as his cousin. When Ramon was helping his 13-year-old daughter remember me, he used the incident of how we had prayed for her once when she was sick and she had been instantly healed.

Tlaxiaco

Church in Teposcolula

Yucunama

The trip was a blessing in many ways. I was able to see that we had made a positive impact on the lives of people there. It helps to ease the pain of leaving Huatulco to know that we have also affected the lives of many people here. It is a reminder that, no matter where we are, we are having an influence on those whose lives we touch. We must always be mindful of that. Are they better off or less so for having crossed paths with us? We must be intentional about making it positive. We never know when God will use even a fleeting contact to change the course of someone’s life.

Counting the Days

     Four weeks and counting. It looks like the 26th or 27th of March will be the day I return to the US. I have been told by friends here that I cannot leave because I have become a true Mexican. They reason that because I have eaten almost all of the indigenous foods and have participated in many traditional activities, I have become Mexican. I have to admit that I feel very comfortable in this culture. I find it warm, uncomplicated and relaxed. We could learn a lot these people. In a way, I am not looking forward to the culture shock as I reintegrate into the stressful, task-oriented and pressure-filled American culture.

          This past week I was privileged to visit San Mateo Las Piñas Sulfato. It was the second time I have been in the mountains this month. After riding in the back of a pickup truck for a couple of hours along some very interesting roads (??), we came to a dead end. We then walked about 30 minutes down a winding, incredibly scenic trail to a ranch. It was completely another world. We could almost have been centuries in the past. Words could never describe it.

Beyond the End of the Road

It is a coffee ranch, but there were tangerines, four kinds of banannas, guanabanas, pineapples, oranges and other fruits on the tree and ripe for the picking. I will miss the quality of the fruit VERY much. We were given a tour, fed a simple but delicious meal and otherwise treated like royalty.
The people are very hard-working but also very content with their simple lives. If the world economy ever collapses, it will not change very much for them.

Bee hive in a log

The Ranch

State-of-the-Art Kitchen

  




The remainder of the week was very fruitful as well with a different kind of fruit. I went to Santa Maria Huatulco for a combined service with venado (deer) served for lunch after the service. I didn't have to search for opportunities to minister. A couple of them showed up in the most unexpected places.

At times, one can begin to feel a bit down in the dumps about life. When I think about what we gave up to come here and about the challenges we face coming back, I wonder if we didn't just waste a year accomplishing nothing. Sometimes I find myself asking if it was all worth it. Then God touches a life through me in a way that I know it has been changed forever and the answer becomes abundantly clear. It is a resounding "Yes!"

'Nuff said without revealing people's deeply private issues, but this has been such a week times over. Unplanned and unexpected opportunities to witness, counsel and encourage seemed to be around every corner. I have been blessed beyond expectations.

The Church

This has not been a week without its share of adventure. I preached four times in 8 days without a translator. It is a bit difficult because I have to read most of the message. It eliminates the freedom to move with the Spirit. It is humbling, but it makes me realize that it does not depend on my abilities or proficiencies. I trust that God is communicateing through my lousy Spanish. One of the times however, I went off script and was able to expound in Spanish with little difficulty. It just flowed.

I had the opportunity to share in a very remote village on Thursday. During the entire message I kept thinking that the message was specifically for one certain man in the congregation. After the service, I spoke with him. The message had spoken directly to his life. It was a divine appointment.

The trip to this village took 2 ½ hours along the worst road I have ever been on. It was mostly one lane of ruts and holes with a wall of mountain on one side and an abyss on the other. There was not more than 50 feet of straight or level path except for a long bridge across the Copalita River. The scenery was beyond description.

One day, I went with a friend and his family to picnic at the Copalita river near where it enters the Pacific Ocean. Unlike Illinois rivers, the water was crystal clear. It was a very enjoyable day. I also went fishing again.

Rio Copalita

As has been the routine lately, I had several meals with different friends. I am not complaining, but I am eating more than I should be. Maybe by the time it is over, I’ll be tired of Oaxaca-style food and crave a Culver’s Butter Burger or a Chicago Dog or a gyros plate with lots of onions or…..?? On the other hand, maybe I can find a restaurant up there that serves iguana. NOTE: As I wrote this paragraph, we just had our third earthquake in less than 16 hours. It was just a sudden loud boom and a few seconds of shaking. No damage. Just a couple of skipped heartbeats. Cool!!!!

Stretching the net

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; from whence shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord Who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1,2

Torn Between the Two

It is difficult living in two worlds. On the one hand, I am excited about coming home. I miss many people there, especially my wife, children, grandchildren and other family. With three more grandbabies, two girls and a?, soon to enter the world, I can hardly wait. I miss my friends who were an important part of my life. I miss the Stateline area. I am excited to be returning.

It is also exciting because in doing so; we face some formidable and difficult challenges. At this moment, nothing is settled, set up or in place. The target date for leaving here looks like the end of March. That is only about six weeks. I am excited because there is a certainty and expectancy in me for how God is going to overcome and bring success to the situation. There will be a great testimony.

On the other hand, I am very excited about what has been happening here. My “American-ness” has opened many doors to share a message I strongly believe is the key to a great move of God at least here in Mexico. Being white attaches an instant credibility and acceptance. How wise can it be to invite someone to preach in your church that you hardly know? It is really unwise, but it is what it is.

For me it is an almost terrifying experience not because I am afraid to speak or lack sufficient Spanish, but because of the immense responsibility it entails. The thing I never want to do is mislead or misdirect even a single person. Within less than a week, I will have spoken in three different churches. I hope that I am not being disobedient by purposely being shy about exposing myself to more opportunities.  

In addition, the warmth and generosity of the people who have become a part of my life here will be deeply missed. It is impossible to describe it to you in a way that you could understand within the context of the American culture. I am very sad to be leaving. However, it will have been one of the most exceptional years of my life.

All in all this past week was filled with activity. I’m a little tired and over-stuffed with food but otherwise good. The next three days are planned to be busy ones. I do have to say that I may never want to eat fish again once I return. It is not that I have eaten too much. To the contrary, after eating fish so fresh that it is cooked and on your plate less than an hour since it was swimming in the ocean will be tough to match.

Already February.

Main Street

Last week I was invited to go to a rural village called El Faísan for church services with a group from a small congregation that meets not too far from my apartment. The pastor, Memo, operates a hand car wash during the day and holds services there on Tuesday and Saturday nights. The trip to El Faísan was by taxi. There were nine of us including the driver in a four-passenger cab.

            The meeting turned out to be a combined service of seven or eight different churches. Each of the pastors was introduced and so was I. I only had to stand up and give my name and tell where I was from. Whew!! However, a little while later, I was unexpectedly called out and asked to share. Can you say invisibility cloak?  There I was standing in front of a packed house with a microphone in my hand, all eyes fixed on me without a clue what to say. Here is an example of being ready in season and out. I opened my mouth and Spanish, such as it was, came out. I actually delivered a decent short message.

            Being Anglo puts certain expectations on a person. The first is that we are wealthy. By the standards of most of the population, we truly are. The second is that we have all of the answers. These factors cause nearly everyone to want to be your friend. It explains why I’ve been asked  to speak by pastors I’ve only just met. Where in the world would a pastor invite a visitor he has never met to preach next week’s message? Apparently here.

It is a burden and a heavy responsibility, but it is also a great opportunity to share the Gospel message. I want to use every opportunity in whatever time I have left here. I have to say that it is difficult to walk away from what looks like so many open doors.

Lunch was served after the 2 ½-hour service. We were offered a choice between chicken and iguana. You know what I chose. You can get chicken anywhere. It was served in mole rojo (red spicy gravy) with frijoles, rice and tortillas. It was delicious! The only problem with iguana is that there are lots of tiny bones to deal with.

On Friday evening, I went fishing again with my friend and brother Manólo. This time we attached the beginning of the net to the navigation buoy that marks the entrance to the Marina and went out from there. I have never been that far from shore without a boat. As we finished stretching the net, a very large yacht left the harbor. I felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway when he got rescued. After the nets were collected a couple of hours later, we went to his house where his wife cooked some of the catch for dinner. You can’t get fish any fresher than that.

I am very blessed to have friends here who are looking out for my well-being. If anything, I am getting too much to eat. The existing classes are going well. I really enjoy them.  It has been the greatest way to get to know people and  let them get to know me. I wish that I could respond positively to requests from others. I am attending at four different churches as often as possible.  This is also a great way to make connections.  

Las Bahias de Huatulco from the path to Monte de Dios

Hard Choices

Life! Sometimes it is like riding a high-speed rollercoaster in the dark. It can be a thrilling and exciting ride or it can be a terrifying experience. Sometimes the journey takes unexpected turns and sometimes the bottom seems to drop out before it goes back up. As little Much Afraid learned in Hinds’ Feet on High Places[1], it doesn’t always follow the path we would choose.

As much as we would like it to be otherwise, most of life is beyond our control. In reality, about the only thing that we are able to control is our reaction and response to the circumstances which life throws at us. And we have been given the freedom to make choices, countless choices every day about how we live. Many of them are conscious choices. Many are not. Either way, we will deal with the consequences, good or bad, of those choices.

In an isolated world, solely our choices and the forces of nature would govern our lives. Nevertheless, as much as we would like to be in control of our own lives, we live in a world populated by other people. Not only do they want to be in control of their own lives, sometimes they want to control ours as well. Very often, it happens that we wind up reaping the consequences of someone else’s choices. It is not always fair.

There will be disappointments and sorrows in life and there will be pain and suffering. These can be either friends and guides which help to lead us forward or they will be enemies which destroy us. We can choose to allow them to build and strengthen our faith and trust in God or we can choose to allow them to destroy us with bitterness and hatred.

As it did for little Much Afraid, the path will not always lead in the direction we would choose. At times, it will seem to lead away from where we believe it should go. This is my position now. I do not want to leave Mexico at this time. I have friends here and I will miss them. There is more ministry opportunity here than three of me could handle. I like it here. I love the people, the food, the climate and the beauty of nature. I can choose to stay. It is my right. However, is it right? It comes down to a question of trust. I can chose to follow the Great Shepherd and to trust Him by doing things His way or I can choose to follow my own way.

At this time, I believe that returning home is the right thing to do. All that remains is to determine the timing. In the natural world, it doesn’t look promising. I am returning at age 61 to no job in a poor economy with nothing to fall back on. However, I also know that none of this came as a surprise to God. I believe that He has already provided the solutions. I expect to be able to give a significant testimony to His goodness when this is settled.  

 Life is an interesting journey. I am sad over what is happening but I am also excited because I am trusting God to be faithful to His promises. I am excited to see how this plays out. The difference between trusting God and trusting self is what determines whether the ride is exciting or terrifying. I prefer exciting.

(If you have never read Hinds' Feet, I highly recommend it. The principles taught have helped me many times in my life.)

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[1] Hinds’ Feet on High Places – Hannah Hurnard

Another Good Week

This past week was about as routine as routine could be expected here. There were only a few surprises. All of my English class obligations were met and I was blessed to be able to restart classes with the doctor at the Red Cross. The new “phrases only” class at the union hall was a lot of fun.

It was warm and sunny every day with a nice breeze. Sorry!! Be consoled though, I didn’t make it to the beach again. I didn’t get this posted on Sunday as usual because I got home from morning service and felt the need for a nap. I didn’t wake up until it was almost time to head back to town for the evening service.

I was able to make it to church services five times this week between four different churches. I preached for the second week in a row at the Sunday night service in pastor Solomón’s church. It was a bit of a challenge because Arturo, my faithful translator, was not able to make it at the last minute. I had to deliver the message entirely in Spanish. I was thankful that something had moved me to run through the translation several times. I stumbled only a couple of times over longer words. Spanish is easier to get right because every letter in a word (except h) makes a sound and almost all letters have only one sound. My Spanish is getting better thanks to not having too many English speakers to engage in conversation.

I asked the congregation several times during the message if they were still with me. They said they were. I seemed to have their close attention. I think it was because they had to be paying attention to be able to follow my Spanish. I was also delivering a message that might have seemed a bit contrary to what they usually hear. I was telling them to stop trying to be obedient. Legalistic thinking is deeply rooted here. Or maybe it is just more transparent and less sugar-coated than back home.

I wanted to make the point that grace and law do not mix. You cannot patch the law with grace and you cannot contain the new wine of grace within the constraints of the law. The New Covenant did not arise to repair or supplement the Old Covenant. It came as a replacement. I told them to stop wasting their effort trying to be obedient and to start using it to love Jesus. If we love Jesus, we will be obedient because of that love rather than out of obligation. It works!

This week promises to be a busy one. I am going to a mission on Wednesday with the pastors from Monte de Dios, the recovery ministry. Thursday is a pastor’s conference. I have a meal invite for Friday and on Sunday, I will be going in the morning to a mission with another small church which is near my apartment. Tuesday night, Wednesday night and Thursday night services plus the regular classes should ward off any boredom.

Since it now looks certain that Donna will not be returning to Mexico, I will have to leave as well. Besides the fact that it would not be right for us to be separated, such an arrangement would not play well in the culture here. Although those closest to me here understand the situation and are urging me to stay, the best thing will be to come home. I will be looking for employment. I really want to continue in ministry, but I am trusting in God for both guidance and provision. I am daily seeking God’s will in the matter and I would appreciate your prayers.

What's to eat?

How much can one person eat? I might be on my way (unwillingly) to finding out. Since Donna has been back in the States, I have been invited numerous times for meals. I think I have forgotten what hunger feels like. One particular day this past week, I had breakfast, lunch twice and dinner.

I am not complaining by any means. In the first place, it is heartwarming to know that so many people genuinely care. The friends who have become a part of my life will make leaving a very sad time. A piece of my heart will remain here with them.

I am also not complaining because I love the food here. Oaxaca-style is the best. I’m sure there must have been something I didn’t like, but I can’t remember what it was. As long as it contains the Mexican vitamin, Vitamin “T” I’m all for it. For those not familiar with vitamin T, it is Tortillas, Tacos, Tlyudas, Tostadas, Tamales, Tortas and Totopos. Add some fresh hot salsa, a pitcher of Jamaica (hibiscus) water and I am all set. Also, the Mole (mo-lay), a type of gravy, is incredible and the seafood is the best. HMMMM? Is that hunger I feel?

I never found the time to be bored this week. I went to church four times throughout the week and preached for the first time in Spanish without a translator at one of the services. I only stumbled a couple of times.

I didn’t make it to the beach again, but I did spend a lot of time in the main town park. It is a great way to connect with people and it is a very pleasant environment for reading and studying. I have been spending as little time as possible alone in the apartment. Although I know a lot of people and spend a lot of time with them, it is not the same as being with those closest to you.

My ribs are still very sore. I wound up getting two cortisone shots at the Red Cross. It seemed to help a lot except that it seemed to make me retain water for a few days. I looked the medication up on the internet. I’m not sure, but it looks like it is approved only for veterinary use in the US. That may explain my urge to horse around and sleep standing up.

I am preaching tonight (Sunday) on the topic of submission. I think that submitting is a very difficult thing to do. We all naturally resist being under authority. It is against our (old for Christians) nature. Another word for submission is obedience. Obedience is God’s umbrella of protection. God’s blessings reside under it.

The opposite of submission is rebellion. Another word for rebellion is sin. We rebel against submitting to God’s authority in our lives because we fear letting go of control. We need to have faith enough in God to protect and provide for us that we submit to His instructions. The opposite of faith is fear. We are like the guy who lowered himself into a deep well with a rope he thought was long enough but wasn’t. Unable to climb and fearing the result of the fall, he held on until his strength gave out. Losing his grip on the rope, he fell ----- all of six inches. Let go!

Holidays, A Cracked Rib, Fishing, and Iguana for Lunch

          Well, this was one adventure-filled week. I hardly know where to begin. On Monday, I went fishing with my friend Manólo at Playa Chahue next to the marina. We didn’t use either poles or fishing line. We used 200’+ nets, three in all. My job was to swim straight out from shore with the net. It was in a bag on top of an inner tube which I pulled behind me. Manólo followed deploying the net as we went. We finally ran out of net about 100’ past the safety buoy line.

          After all three nets were set, we settled on the rocks for some excellent conversation. When about three hours had passed, we went to work retrieving the nets. By this time, it was very dark except for a partial moon. All of the nets were filled with fish of various sizes. As we were about finished, I slipped on the rocks and took a sharp blow to my left rib cage. It hurt some, but except for a skinned elbow, there seemed to be no other injury. I thank God that the foot which had slipped into a crevice in the rocks was uninjured. More on this in a minute.

          The next step was getting the fish-laden net bags to the pickup truck and then home. Once there, we set about to remove the fish from the nets. I always thought that you just dumped them to the floor. Hah!!! Each fish had to be individually disentangled. This was no easy task. As they struggle to free themselves, they become thoroughly stuck in the net. As we worked, his wife was busy preparing some of the catch for dinner. De-e-elicious!!!

          The ribs were sore, but I figured it was worth the adventure. It didn’t bother me too much (only when I breathed) until sometime in the middle of the night Friday night. One time when I turned over, I felt a sharp snap followed by an intense pain which did not go away. I went to the Red Cross to see a doctor on Saturday. He examined me, gave me an anti-inflammatory shot and a box of Naproxen. Diagnosis - “probably cracked” rib. The total cost was less than 200 pesos. That is around $14.50. It would have been thousands in the US. I’ll be hurting for awhile. {Insert violin music here}

          Thursday, I was invited to a friend’s house for lunch. On the menu – Iguana. That’s right. I ate Lenny! Well, maybe it wasn’t Lenny, but it was of his relatives. No, it didn't taste at all like chicken. It was quite good actually. The texture was slightly chewy and the flavor was distinctive but good. Wednesday I had partaken of another very traditional, but forbidden local delicacy which must remain unnamed. Chapulines is yet another treat. They are seasoned, fried grasshoppers. They are very tasty, kind of like barbecue potato chips. You just have to pull the legs off the juicy big ones or they get stuck in your throat. The only "bucket list” food left on my list is Tacos de Ojos. (cow eye taco)

          Friday was “El Dia de Reyes” (Three Kings Day). It is the culmination of the Christmas celebration and it is a big holiday. It, rather than Christmas Day, is the big gift-giving day in honor of the gifts brought by the three wise men. One particular custom is the Rosca de Reyes, or King’s Cake. It is round like a crown, but looks like a giant decorated bagel. Hidden inside is a tiny Jesus figure. The person who gets the figure has to host the February 2^nd Candlemas Day celebration. The day ends with a dinner of corn tamales and hot chocolate.

          The week was very busy with many ongoing ministry opportunities. God also seems to have given me a very effective strategy for ministering to Jehovah’s Witnesses. It really messes up their programmed responses. We look at evidence within their own literature which undermines their belief that the organization is God’s sole mouthpiece in the Earth today. We also look at information in their literature which undermines the credibility of the organization. It is more loving and is much more effective than trying to attack their flawed (and ever-changing) doctrines. They are too well trained. They are wonderful people. I hesitate to say it, but they put most Christians to shame with the lives they live.

2011 Ends in Huatulco

Somebody help me. I’m going to get fat! I have lost count of how many times I have been invited to share a meal with someone since Donna left two weeks ago. I’m not complaining because I love the fellowship, but I am forgetting what hunger feels like. I really like the food, but full has become the new normal.

          This past week seemed to just fly by. I had numerous “unplanned” opportunities to share the Gospel, answer questions, and otherwise engage people. I use a method I call “planned spontaneity.” I didn’t invent it, but I have found it to be a very effective way to work. Obviously, planning something and being spontaneous are opposites. The idea is to plan to be alert for opportunities to react spontaneously to open doors. I used to use it as a leadership tool. It is very effective. You just need to train yourself to be expectant and ready to react. This past week was very fruitful.

          The past two weeks have seen the town be very busy with tourists. Mexicans seem to have different vacation customs. They vacation as an extended family. You will often see the grand parents, parents, children of all ages and sometimes aunts and uncles and cousins together. They travel in packs. Or should I say parades. (herds?) A typical group will be walking in town in the evening led by or followed by a very cranky looking dad. (Maybe because he’s paying). The women are talking and usually holding hands as the children run to and fro. The teenagers (if there is more than one) stay just far enough apart from the group so as not to seem to be associated with them. It is interesting to watch. I was too busy to set aside any beach time this week. I would not have enjoyed it anyway because they are beyond crowded.

          I did discover why you are having warmer weather up there right now. One evening I met Jack Frost and his wife Jane. They are vacationing here for the holidays. He is looking forward to returning to work. He said something about having a lot of catching up to do. The weather is very nice here, but it is getting very chilly at night. It has been getting down into the 60’s. Jack?

          I spend New Years Eve in church. I was supposed to preach and I had prepared a nice short message on thanksgiving which I was going to deliver without a translator. I haven’t done that yet. The focus of the evening was to be the meal and fellowship. A pastor friend of Pastor Solomón from the City of Oaxaca showed up unexpectedly and Solomón offered to let him share. Ninety (90) lon-n-ng minutes later, he finished his message. Sadly, most of the people left before the meal because it had gotten so late. This is a custom I call preaching the 3 R’s- Rambling, Ranting and Repeating. It is often delivered without any notes which might restrict the speaker to a more focused message. I fear that it turns more people off to God than it helps.