Wednesday, April 03, 2013
I love working among young people. I am so blessed to have my present job as Teacher Assistant in a local high school. When I go on missions, I like to connect with the youth in the churches I visit. I've formed some wonderful friendships and taken on many "spiritual kids" over the years. So now and then I like to do something a little special for them.
In the summer of 2007 I gave a lunch for the youth group from Nueva Vision (pastored by my fiancé's cousin) in Iquitos, at the piece of property Foreman acquired and called Refugio (sadly, it suffered from the flooding last year, and I don't know if it can be used any more for its original purposes). I made a soup rich in vegetables, with chicken bought fresh - FRESH - at the market the day before. Here's Abel at one of the poulterers.
And here I am cutting up veggies at Refugio.
But the favorite entree of the the luncheon was the Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches (Abel said he had about 3 or 4!). I brought the peanut butter from the states.
Here's a view of the feast - such a pleasant place to picnic. You can see the big kettle of soup that had been set up over a wood fire on the right.
I did the same when I returned to Lima, only this time inviting the youth groups from a fraternity of some five churches. Their arrivals were staggered, so the crowd was easy to handle! We held it at Manantial, since they had the largest sanctuary to accommodate the numbers.
Here we assemble PBJ's.
Here Ps. Gregorio's niece Pilar helps prep veggies for the soup.
Stirring tomatoes into the soup - fresh, because you can't find the abundance of canned stuff like you can here.
I lunch with the first round of guests.
Psa. Sabina paid close attention to how I prepared the soup, and before I returned to the States, she prepared a birthday luncheon for me, inviting friends from Her church, Voz de la Transformacion, and the pastors from the other churches.
Sabina's daughter Ruth (ONE of "my kids" and Ps. Gregorio of Manantial de Vida, whose church hosted the luncheon
My friend Ps. Alberto from Camino a la Vida joins me
Well...it's a BIRTHDAY party - GOTTA have cake!
Next year I hope to return to Peru. It will be the tenth anniversary of knowing these folks in Lima, and I'd like to do something special with/for them - especially the youth. In 2011 a few of us had a little "slumber party"
I'd like to try something similar on a grander scale, Lord willing.
Good food and Fellowship go hand in hand!
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
I do enjoy food - which is why it's hard to lose weight. It's not just the food, though - it's the company. Jesus asks us to remember Him when we eat and drink - and eating and drinking with loved ones is a time for building good memories. I was reloading photos from my mission trip to Peru in the summer of 2007 - you can see my weight was pretty good and I hadn't begun to color my hair yet. I found a lot of pictures of meals with friends.
While in Iquitos I took "my boys" Esli and Abel to various places on free evenings. I forget the name of this restaurant in the neighborhood of The Boulevard, but they have a very nice ambience, as well as good food.
See the nicely polished column of natural wood?
At The Yellow Rose in the Plaza de Armas, I ordered each of us a different dinner, and we split them 3 ways so we could each try some of everything. This is a fish dinner I'm cutting up.
Esli has the plate of barbecue beef - generous portion!
Guido, a brother from the village of Manacamiri whom I met in 2003, met us at this ice cream parlor at the Plaza de Armas. The ice cream in Peru isn't as good as ours - so it wasn't so much of a temptation!
My friend Marleni (left) brought me to visit other intercessor sisters. Here, Consuelo and her husband share a lunch of fish - another reason it's easier for me to lose weight on missions!
The delightful park of Quistococha near Iquitos features a restaurant besides its botanical garden, zoo, and manmade lake for swimming.
After the church service at Nueva Vision (pastored by my fiancé's cousin!)I wanted to take the musicians out for dinner. We went to El CArbon.
Now, I didn't get to partake of this dish, but I did learn that my Levi can cook - he and Abel made "Tacacho", a dish made from plantains, boiled, mashed, formed into a ball, and - I dunno if it's baked or fried after that. But it has a nutty taste.
I treated Abel, Foreman and his wife Yeli to dinner at the Yellow Rose.
Foreman, Yeli and I went to this floating restaurant where we met up with the director of JuCUM (YWAM - Youth With A Mission). It was good, but WAY expensive - more for "rich" American tourists than the local populace. I paid Foreman and Yeli's, needless to say!
Here we are with the Barnards at that restaurant.
One of the most popular "pollerias" in Iquitos is Kikiriki (the Spanish version of Cocka-doodle-doo), frequented after evening church services. Here Abel and I enjoy a quiet hunk of rotisserie chicken, fries, and cole slaw.
Another intercessor, Brigida, invited me to lunch.
That's me in the pink top with the little pink flower - Yeli had done up my hair - after my last night visiting Nueva Vision - again, at Kikiriki.
And that's just in IQUITOS, not to mention in Lima and Chiclayo! Maybe I'll mention them tomorrow!
Monday, April 01, 2013
In the summer of 2007 I made a brief trip down the river from Iquitos, Peru, to revisit some of the villages I'd visited in 2006. My companions were different, however. I had my good friend Marleni, my spiritual son Abel, a good friend and musician Esli, and a pastor friend, Johel. Marleni's son Foreman was supposed to come too, but he had to supervise work being done on his house. So he suggested Levi, who was experienced in missions. In hindsight I can see how the Lord used this to enable me to get to know him better.
That's my Levi on the left, and Esli and Abel...setting up HAMMOCKS
My friend Marleni and me - in our HAMMOCKS
My friend Pastor Johel in his HAMMOCK
The ports are full of interesting sights that you don't find every day.
These remind me of the Staten Island Ferry.
Because of the previous year's "Soldados de Barro" (mud soldiers) we were thinking about what to call THIS particular group of missionaries. We settled on Soldiers of Waiting because of all the hurry-up-and-waiting we did. And Levi and I continue to refer to ourselves as such because of the delays we have been facing to be able to get married.
But "good things come to those who wait."
Be it something as simple as a nice fish brunch like the one served to us in Nuevo Kuwait
or a boatride to catch a bigger boat home
or a new life partner when the first has passed away!
Sunday, March 31, 2013
I'm facing probably hip surgery this summer, and I'm thinking it may make sleeping in a hammock inadvisable. So I'm thankful for the memories I have associated with my hammock experiences. They began that same summer, in 2006, when we traveled by "lancha" to visit jungle villages.
I was set up in a hammock between Ps. Jorge and his wife Sabina.
Elvis made a little coccoon for himself to keep out not only light but also any bugs that strayed from port stops on the way.
While we waited for our return "lancha", we slung a hammock. Here, Cesar and Jhon play around on it.
They turned serious when they realized i was taking their picture.
This is a rare photo of Cesar actually SMILING without me having to tickle him. He is so cute!
Michael was quite sleepy and stretched out for a nap.
Once aboard, hammocks slung, I got a picture of my typical view.
Jhon had been the favorite meal of mosquitos, so he hadn't slept well at all during the mission. He was ready to catch up on sleep!
Mike didn't waste any time either.
An exhausted Elvis.
In the summer of 2007 - the summer I got to know Levi better - the "Soldados de Espera" were formed, and there were other hammock memories. But maybe I'll do those tomorrow!
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Since I lost my hard drive in the fall, I lost a lot of my photo files. However, I DID post a lot in my old photobucket account. So today, after having myself a good workout, I decided to retrieve some from my mission to Peru in 2006. Gave me a lot of smiles. So I figured I'd share SOME here.
The "Soldados de Barro" - Mud Soldiers - was a name that came to apply especially to the group of fellows who accompanied me to visit some churches along the Puinahua, a channel off of a larger river in the jungle region of Peru. Because we had to go against the current and the lads had to get out to haul our small boat by ropes, they slogged through the mud on the banks. Same when we ran out of oil, while one of our company got a ride from another boater to get more, the lads hauled the boat along the shore while the womenfolk stretched our legs walking.
I felt more like a missionary during these times, especially taking a squat in the brush!
Cattle sighting along the way
Sabina and I became close friends as we shared these experiences
My "sons" Jhon, Elvis, and Cesar, waiting to disembark.
Spectacular sunset on the river
The mud begins!
Jhon washes off some of HIS mud the next day at the village's pond
Getting ready to continue to other villages in a boat called a peque-peque
Out of oil - a stretch of the legs as the boys prepare to slog through more mud
Jhon, in yellow, sinks suddenly. Pastor Alcides is pushing with a pole.
One of my favorite pictures - the pastoras Sabina and Maria walking through the brilliant green rice
Poor Jhon gets the worst of the mud.
Very real hazards of missionary work - tracks indicate alligators.
This carcass illustrates that stingrays are also a hazard.
My first taste of carachama, an ugly but delicious bottom dweller
Piranhas are not the ONLY toothy fish in these waters! This guy jumped into our boat.
More mud at night as we disembark in Bretaña
Me and my "sons" and Sabina, getting ready to return to Iquitos by "lancha" ( a larger boat)
Our transport "home"
There are so many other cool photos, but I think I'll post them tomorrow!
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