Yesterday, we invited our missionary team to our home for Thanksgiving Dinner. It was our first time as a couple to host a big dinner and our marriage survived. It must have looked tenuous for a moment as one missionary even asked us how we dealt with conflict as she watched us work together getting broth out of the turkey bag to make gravy. (Good Gravy, Batman!) Actually, we were a good team getting dinner on the table. We bought an 8.0 kg turkey (they're about $25, if you were wondering) which was enough for the 21 people that were present. We would have had more leftovers if more of the 8.0 kg had been meat and less had been feet (or head)! This one came with 4 of them! We still have so much to be thankful to God for!
This summer, Medical Ministries International of Peru bought a property to build a clinic for their physical therapy, optical and dental ministries. I sit on their board of directors. Before we can build the clinic, we need to design one that will have room for everything we desire and fit it in a 470 square-meter lot. On October 10th, I was reading the Christian Medical and Dental Association's E-Pistle newsletter and there was a notice that a semi-retired architect named Ken Gray was offering his services to ministries around the world. I quickly wrote him and told him the general characteristics of the project and he said he'd like to help us! Monday he arrived and since then has toured our current rented facilities and seen our new property. He has been making lots of measurements and looking at how similar projects have been done in Arequipa. Today, we went to a physical therapy clinic for disabled children that had an exercise pool, but they don't use it because the plumbing doesn't work. The person who built it designed it poorly and it can't be drained without calling the fire department to bring in their water pumps. Story is, the builder took the money he was paid and disappeared!
I guess we don't have to worry about Ken taking the money and disappearing, since he is doing this project for free as a ministry! Pray that the final design will fit in space for all of the ministries we want in the land area that we have.
Many of you have been praying for the women's retreat that Mary Beth organized and directed yesterday and the day before. She chose the date because it is a holiday and several women assured her that it wouldn't hurt the turn out. But a few days before the event, the woman in charge of promoting the event told Mary Beth that there was only one woman signed up! Yesterday was November 1st, which is the Day of the Dead, a holiday seriously observed by people in latin cultures, so many decided that they wouldn't be able to come to the retreat. Mary Beth requested prayer and by the end, 29 women attended, if one includes the couselors and speakers. I could tell watching from the sidelines that they had had a great time!
They had a knitting workshop.
And dress-up time!
Last Saturday, we started a chess club at our church. I had some nice flyers printed up that we handed out at the nearby high school that invited the kids to come. The time was listed as between 3 and 4 pm. Only three youth came during the advertised hour, but another five came after we were already putting away things. I hoped that the late kids would come on time this week, but only a total of four came. My hope is to see youth coming each week for chess club and make friends and become comfortable enough being in the church to come to the youth group and church services. I share a short devotional each week, trying to make comparisons of chess with concepts of Christianity.
In the past, I've wanted to enter an obstacle course race, but there has never been one that fit my schedule. Since they are growing in popularity in Peru I might get my chance, but for now I'll just have medical campaigns.
Today we had a medical campaign in a poor part of Arequipa. When I arrived, the community building where we were going to see patients was locked and no one could find the keys. We considered seeing patients outside and started setting up the equipment. I noticed that the window to the bathroom was open. "Can't we just go in through there?" I asked. "No, the inside door will be locked too," was the reply from David the one directing the event. When he wasn't looking, I pulled myself up to look into the window and could see a large stack of chairs greeting me on the inside. Since it was the bathroom, I could easily hold onto the top edge of the stall and crawl down. Thankfully, the door wasn't locked and I could let everyone in to have our clinic.
On Tuesdays, I have a bible study downtown, so I drive our truck about a mile to the bus stop and take the bus to my bible study. When I returned I looked in my rear-view mirror to see that someone had stuck election paraphernalia for the mayoral elections on October 7th on the back window! If I voted, I now know whom I would vote against!
Tonight, during church, the pastor had just started his sermon when we heard a loud, incessant banging against a steel door. I looked backward half expecting to see that someone had somehow locked himself in the bathroom. Nope. Was someone banging on the church door? Nope. Did I mention it was loud and incessant? That's not quite true, the banging would stop for about 5 seconds at a time and then resume. It was really really annoyinging and I could tell it was distracting the pastor. Missionary roles: preaching, praying, counseling, being a bouncer. I went out onto the street and could tell the noise was coming from inside the house that our truck was parked in front of. "Hey!" I yelled. "Are you okay?" Nothing. The banging resumed. When it paused again, I repeated, "Hey! Everything okay?" "C-(insert Spanish expletive here) I'm locked in my house! Help me open my door!" I think in the past I would have normally been scared in this sort of situation, but I felt it was pretty unlikely that it was someone trying to do me harm. I assessed the situation. There was no outside knob on the door, just a keyhole. It looked like there might be some sort of window on a hinge that we could maybe open and we could try to work together to open the door through it. I pushed gently on it and instead of opening the window, the whole door opened revealing a man standing in a wide stance with his arms at his side. "I couldn't get out and you just opened it with your finger?!" It appears he was drunk and forgot that his door opened inward! "Yes." "You just opened it with your finger?" "Yes. What's your name?" "Juan Carlos. I just wanted to get some fresh air." "Nice to meet you. I'm Allen." "Are you Venezuelan?" My suspicions he was drunk were confirmed. "Nope. American. Well, nice to meet you. I'm going to go back to church down there. Let me know if you need anything else. Come visit us some time."
Last night, Mary Beth asked if people would be willing to commit to pray for 30 different women who are invited to attend the women's retreat that Mary Beth is directing at the end of October. In less than 24 hours, 30 people emailed us agreeing to do so. Most wrote that they felt it was a privilege to do so. It is comforting to know that if we have a prayer request so many people are willing to back us up with prayer support! Thanks!
In Peru, most people with gas stoves buy propane in small tanks that they connect to them. One has to buy a full tank every so often (every 3 weeks, since we bake a lot) necessitating unhooking the old tank and connecting the new. When I've mentioned to people that most homes in the USA have gas lines and people don't have to haul around propane tanks, they are a bit horrified to think of gas lines running through one's house. 'What if the gas line bursts? Your house will blow up!' I've felt like responding, 'What if your hose clamp comes off? Your kitchen would burn up!' And that is what happened last week to Mary Beth's friend Miriam. As she was cooking, the hose clamp came off and the escaping gas caught on fire. It started waving around like a flamethrower. Thankfully, she was able to escape, but everything combustible in her kitchen was reduced to ashes. Since we recently combined two households when we got married, we had a lot of duplicate items, so we took a box of kitchen things to give her yesterday.
A metal cupboard sort of survived.
Miriam and Mary Beth
For the first time in my recent memory I shut off my phone without being on a plane. You might protest, "Wait! You just went on your honeymoon. You're telling me that you left your phone on then?" Actually, yes, since the kids were being tour guides around Peru for 18 friends and family, we thought it best to be available for them. Luckily, there weren't any big emergencies!
Thursday, Mary Beth handed off the puppet show equipment to a church, the ophthalmology campaign ended that night and the kids were on their last 3 days of winter break, so we slipped off to the beach in Mejía about 2 hours away from Arequipa. Today was the Ironruna (runa is loosely translated as 'man' in Quechua) Triathlon in Mejía. One swims 1.9 km, bikes 90 km, and runs a half marathon (21 km). I'm not in good enough bike shape to enter it on my own, but a friend, who is an awesome swimmer wanted to do it as a relay. He'd swim, someone else would ride the bike and I'd run the half marathon. But we never found a cyclist, so I went to observe.
The plan was for the swimmers to swim a somewhat complicated course around several buoys but the race director didn't realize that the water was too deep for anchors or that the current was so strong. We watched a buoy float off toward the horizon as they readied the race. We never saw it again. The director scurried around on a wave-runner to reposition another. He abandoned having the swimmers swim the original route and told them to just swim around the one lone buoy and come back. Things just got crazier from this point on. It was breezy. Like always, the sea was rough in Mejía. It's cold too. About 11˚C (52˚F). As the 18 triathletes took off into the water for the swim leg we noticed the buoy moving quickly to the north. "Wow! It will be hard to swim around a moving target. And this will be a short race; it's only 500m to the buoy!" The first swimmer got through the breakers into the open water. Then two more. The rest appeared to be struggling. After about 5 minutes, the rest of the swimmers were still just a 50m from shore, while the leader was approaching the buoy. They were unable to get through the waves! How can this be? They were almost all semi-professional athletes. Haven't they swum in rough water before? One more got through the waves and headed for the moving buoy. Those left behind were just standing in the water, shrugging their shoulders and looking at each other. They looked to shore for direction and someone yelled at them to keep trying. A race director's nightmare: having to disqualify the majority of your participants because the swim leg was too hard. He came up with a brilliant plan: Send in the lifeguards! Ten red-and-yellow-clad lifeguards headed into the water to "rescue" the triathletes and send them out on the bike leg! But do they still qualify for prizes, or just those that completed the swim? I'll let you know if I hear how it turned out.
I badly wanted to put on my wetsuit and try to see if I could get through the waves. They didn't look any worse than usual to me!