Imagine walking into an artist’s gallery, specifically a painter. Take a second to develop that mental picture. I assume you’re envisioning white walls displaying some combination of landscapes, still-lifes, portraits or abstracts in a variety of sizes and colors. Perhaps you’re thinking of a specific artist, or your favorite style of painting. The one thing I bet you’re not imagining is a room filled with uniformly-sized canvases, all painted the same color, showing no variety or contrast, each picture the same, flat, lifeless square as the one before it.
True artists just aren’t like that. They’re creative. They’re bold. They understand how to produce something worthy of our attention.
I’ve always been a “people watcher”. In recent years, however, it has lost a fair amount of entertainment value, as individuals become less and less distinct. Instead of exercising our own creativity, we mimic the styles and preferences of others. It seems like we don’t take the time to discover and develop our own unique identity. Instead, we allow ourselves to be painted over with the image projected onto us by the media and those we’ve allowed to determine what is and is not “acceptable”.
I just can’t imagine this is what God intended.
Do we stop to consider that He has specifically gifted us to complete the work He is creating? Each of us is a unique expression of His love to the world around us. He purposefully filled this canvas with color and contrast and texture and the subtle and obvious variations that make us a masterpiece, both individually and collectively. We are called to be salt and light to this world (Matthew 5:13-16). Don’t allow yourself to blend in with the world around you. Let them, instead, see His art in you.
The telephone game always cracked me up. You remember it, right? It’s the one where someone whispers a phrase to someone else. That person, then proceeds to pass the phrase along, each participant whispering what they think they heard, to the next. After the message has been passed through several people, it morphs into something completely unintended. A phrase that started as “my great granny likes to giggle with mates at work” becomes “my giant fanny looks jiggly when I make it twerk”.
It’s so important to get the message from the source.
What does this mean for us, as Christians, if we neglect to read the Bible and engage in an active prayer life? If all we ever hear of God comes from second-hand sources, how can we ever know that we’re hearing the whole story? How do we know that the parts we are hearing are accurate?
John 8:31-32 says “…You are truly my disciples if you remain faithful to my teachings. And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” If this is true, we better know that we’re hearing the whole truth. There’s no better way of knowing, than getting it straight from the source.
When I enter my house through the laundry room, I’m greeted by total darkness. It’s no problem if I just keep moving, three steps straight forward, reach low for the doorknob, and I’m out. If I stop for even a second, to turn around, to try to let me eyes adjust, I could easily get disoriented. Even in that small room, I might be left fumbling in the dark.
When we find ourselves in a dark place in life, it’s no different. Whether we’ve been there before or it’s brand new territory, the darkness breeds fear. It insights panic. It stops you in your tracks, leaving you disoriented and confused.
Sometimes, though, the fastest way out of the darkness is through it. Have confidence in the plan God has for your life. He has you on this path for a reason. Don’t stop. Don’t even take a second to question your direction. Reach forward to take hold of what God is placing before you. Jesus said, “I have come as a light to shine in this dark world, so that all who put their trust in me will no longer remain in the dark.” (John 12:46)
“Hear the Word of the Lord!” Those words always snap me to attention. It seems they typically precede a warning or pending judgement. What follows should never be taken lightly.
The main source of inspiration for my posts comes from my Bible reading. There’s so much that jumps off the page at me, waiting to be wrapped in a “today’s-world” type of context. God reveals himself through the truth of His Word, making His love for us known. Stepping back, seeing ourselves through the lens of that love is a beautiful and inspiring thing.
There’s a difference, however, when we look at ourselves through the lens of God’s judgement.
This summer, I’ve been reading through books like Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Ezekiel. It’s difficult to find encouragement in the words of these books. It’s not easy because this lens shines a hard light on so much that we’ve grown too familiar with: finding comfort in our possessions, yielding ourselves unquestioningly to corrupt authority, ignoring the oppressed, complaining and quarreling, having an inflated sense of ourselves. What is there to say about such things?
My Pastor once said, “if you’re having trouble knowing what to say, maybe the Holy Spirit is telling you to keep your mouth shut”. I love that advice. What do you do, though, if you’re flooded with everything you feel the Holy Spirit what’s to say, and are scared of how it might be received?
What if God wants you to know that it’s not OK to publicly rip into people and places with harsh criticism, filling social media with bitter, passive-aggressive complaints, quarreling and gossiping with and about others? What do you say when God is revealing the selfish pride and idolatrous materialism that is manifest when we brag about and find our identity in promotions and material possessions? How do you convey God’s frustration with a people who sell their allegiance to a political party, becoming more an instrument for their platform than for His love and mercy?
Ezekiel received great instruction when told, “Son of man, let all my words sink deep into your own heart first. Listen to them carefully for yourself. Then go to your people in exile and say to them, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says!’ Do this whether they listen to you or not.” (Ezekiel 3:10-11).
All too often we read/hear God’s judgment with others in mind, not taking the time to listen for ourselves.
Listen for yourself, Pastors. Listen for yourself, Worship Leaders. Listen for yourself, Sunday-School Teachers. Listen for yourself, Youth Workers. Don’t be so quick to assign God’s judgement to “America”. Don’t assume these messages are solely intended for those who, from your perspective, are the appropriate candidates. Listen for yourself. Hear the Word of the Lord.
Thursday, July 22nd 2010
Our final day in El Salvador began as all the others did, with an early breakfast. That was followed by our team packing their belongings and cleaning their dormitories. We assembled outside the cafeteria to load for the airport. Boarding the bus was delayed as long as possible, spending that time playing ninja and saying goodbye to those who wouldn’t accompany us to the airport.
As we waited, we were passed by a team who just arrived for their time of ministry. I think many of us were slightly jealous for what they were about to experience. If I was more aware of how much I would miss El Salvador, I would have taken a few more deep breaths and soaked in the scenery of Castillo del Rey’s beautiful lake-side campus.
A long ride back to the airport allowed us an opportunity to see everything we missed during our nighttime arrival. While some of the route had become familiar to us over the previous days, much of it was new.
After arriving at the airport, we unloaded and prepared for departure. Making ample use of the last moments we had with our host team, we shared goodbyes and wishes of working together again in the future. We built strong relationships with our host team, and knew they would be missed. They did an excellent job of making our time in El Salvador an experience we would never forget.
I wasn’t expecting my return to America to be difficult. Entering America through customs seemed especially harsh. I’m not sure Houston’s TSA agents serve as a great welcome mat for those entering our country. We attempted to keep our group together and ready for the process. All things considered, it was a pretty smooth process.
When we arrived in Virginia, we were greeted by many friends and family. It was a huge surprise to see my wife waiting for me. I thought I had a couple more hours before we would be reunited.
The next couple of weeks was a long slow process of feeling normal in my typical roles again. While it was awesome to get back to being a daddy, and even the responsibilities of work, I felt desperate to hold on to the simple core of discovering what’s truly important in life, drawing people back into relationship with God through Jesus Christ.
I offer these posts as a monument to remind us that we’re still at work, accomplishing this “great commission”
“Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19-20)
If you were there and remember details or any interesting stories I missed, please add your memories of our ninth day in the comments below. Thank you for reading my journal of our trip to El Salvador. I hope it inspires you to be diligent in your work for the Kingdom and build monuments to those experiences. Tell the world that God is real, and Jesus is alive.
Wednesday, July 21 2010
Our last day in El Salvador was spent enjoying some well-earned rest. Shortly after breakfast, we loaded up on our bus and headed for San Salvador.
Aside from our daily visit to Texaco, our first stop was a local market where our students and leaders had the opportunity to load up on souvenirs for our families and friends. Splitting up into small groups, and after some quick and helpful tips from our hosts, we each did our best to negotiate prices for things like bracelets, drums, figurines, shirts, etc.
Our next stop was lunch and the mall. Needless to say, we couldn’t go to the mall without doing a couple of “freezes”. Escalators, stages, stairs: both shoppers and security seemed to enjoy the spectacle we made of ourselves, as a developed a small following.
The food court provided opportunities for those ready for familiar, American cuisine and others wanting one last taste of El Salvador, to find something to please their taste buds. Herbert doled out allowances for each of us to apply to our orders. After a quick bite, we continued to the last stop of our day of site-seeing.
We headed back in the direction of our campus to an archaeological dig. There, we saw ruins of a Mayan village that had been buried over time. While we waited for our turn to enter the museum, we passed time at a gift shop where more souvenirs were available for sale.
The museum gave a brief history of the dig and a snapshot of life before the village was lost. It also provided a stage for a “freeze”. We stopped and stared, as if mesmerized by the exhibits. When it was our turn to enter the dig, we filed past the decaying structures, showing varying degrees of interest. I guess bearing witness to history isn’t everyone’s idea of a fun time. I was captivated.
As we made our way to the bus, some of our team stopped to watch locals demonstrate a game played with the tops some bought at the souvenir stand. Several of our guys used this as one last opportunity to parade themselves past a bus of young Salvadoran school girls, in opportunistic exploitation of their uncommon, “Bieberesque” looks. Please note: if the prior sentence does not seem to drip with sarcasm, you were probably one of those guys.
As the team assembled on the bus, the reality of our coming departure settled over us. After another quick stop at the Texaco station, we were back at the campus for our last dinner in El Salvador.
We closed the night with a farewell service that was shared with a team from South Dakota. The evening began with the opportunity for our teams to give a final performance. It was fun to see the guys and girls throw themselves into their roles one last time. Afterwards, the Master’s Commission students performed a skit that gave a taste of local culture. We also received parting comments from the people we worked with during the week, and watched a video King’s Castle made for our team to remember their time in El Salvador.
After the service, we had a little time to take some pictures with our new friends, and say goodbye to those whom we would not see the next morning.
We’re a pretty sophisticated group, in case you couldn’t tell.
If you were there and remember details or any interesting stories I missed, please add your memories of our eighth day in the comments below. Thanks for reading and look for another post from my journal, tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 20th 2010
The first began with us setting up benches in the school’s courtyard, as the children began to come out from their classrooms. Most of the children wore a school uniform, which consisted of navy blue pants or skirts with a light blue, button-up shirt. Some of the boys wore a white t-shirt. We were told that, while most of the children elected to wear the recommended attire, it was not a requirement.
The program began with our typical opening performance of “My King Jesus”, followed by a variety of other skits and dramas. The children, here, seemed more attentive. Like American school children, they probably preferred anything over the lessons from which they were just rescued. The teachers and other adults present also sat attentively and seemed interested in the message.
It seemed as though the entire school, which was about 35-40 kids, responded when it was time for a closing prayer. Each of the requests (salvation, healing and peace in homes) was well responded to. One was compelled to believe that lasting decisions were being made, when witnessing the earnest expressions on their faces.
Each program was hard to walk away from. We so enjoyed our interactions with every group of kids. None-the less, there was another school we needed to visit, before we would return to this one for a later program.
While we were leaving the school, Pastor Nick and I stopped and spoke to a couple of gentlemen who were just moving their family into the neighborhood. Caesar, who spoke excellent English, inquired about the purpose of our visit. He responded to our explanation by expressing an interest in networking with Castle’s ministry in hosting visitors to his country. However sincere his intentions, we suggested that he contact a Castle church in his area. He and his dad got some contact information from Oscar.
The second school we visited this day was only a short drive from the first. This school seemed to be three or four times the size of the first, and was quite livelier. It was a rather cool venue, as kids stood in the courtyard, lined the walls and looked on from upper level windows and balconies.
During my team’s time in prayer, I talked about a certain boy who captured my attention during the opening songs. This certain young man was easy to distinguish from the rest as he stood with arms folded, wearing a dark denim jacket. He had all the appearance of a born leader. Each of the team members agreed, as he stood out to them as well. We all began to intercede for him, asking the Holy Spirit to connect the truth of the Gospel message to this young man’s heart.
As we re-entered the courtyard for a final prayer, I asked James to approach the young man and his group of friends, since none of them responded to the call for prayer. James, Pastor Nick and a small group of our guys had the awesome privilege of talking with the young man, Hosea, and leading him and his group of friends in a prayer of salvation, as they agreed to take this life-changing step.
Once our prayers were complete, we returned to our waiting bus. Taking advantage of an opportunity to thank God for all he did at this school, an impromptu celebration broke out as people beat on empty water jugs, rattled makeshift maracas, puffed on half-full water bottles and chanted cheers that were becoming familiar rallying cries at the conclusion of a program. Whether an act of praise or a group of kids simply caught in a moment, we certainly didn’t mind looking foolish for our King.
Returning to the school we visited earlier that day, we welcomed an older group of children into the familiar courtyard. This was only after the team was destroyed by Josh in a game of “Ninja”.
Our second stop at this school was similar to the first, both in terms of the children we met and our ministry to them. As with the first, most, if not all, of the children responded to calls for prayer with earnest desires to find answers to the issues they faced.
At the conclusion of our last school session, we boarded the bus and headed for another playground. En route to our destination, we were specifically warned against taking anything of value into this neighborhood. Although this was a typical precaution, this time it was issued as a deliberate warning. Consequently, we have no photos or videos from this stop.
Upon arrival, we were not greeted by the typical large group of children. In fact, at this stop in our mission, we encountered the smallest turnout of any of our ministry locations. None-the-less, we prayed that God would speak His message of healing and restoration to those who were willing to receive.
Before this program, we tried to attract attention to the court by starting a game of soccer. Although some watched from afar, few were eager to participate. Unfortunately, our team suffered a potential setback when James injured his foot. Although his exact injury wasn’t immediately clear, we knew it was something that couldn’t just be walked off. After praying for James and taking him to the bus, we proceeded with our program.
As the time for prayed arrived, we were instructed by our hosts, to approach the few on-lookers we attracted. Few responded to calls for prayer at this location.
Members of our team approached a particular woman and communicated, the best we could, our desire to pray for her. Agreeing, she nodded. As we began to pray that the Holy Spirit would communicate truth to her heart, she began to cry. When an interpreter arrived, we were able to ask her about any specific needs she might have. She expressed concern for her son, explaining that he was approaching an age where gangs were applying increasing pressure for him to join. She talked about her concern for his safety.
A member of our team received a word from God that He was going to provide for her a very clear and specific example of His ability to protect her and her family. Suddenly, it began to rain. Realizing we were standing beneath a thick canopy of a single tree, we began to tell her about the love and protection she could find by making Jesus her Savior. We told her that God spoke to us about an example of His protection. We said that His example would come as clearly as the way in which we were protected from the rain under that tree. That day, our new friend quietly asked Jesus to be her Lord. As soon as we finished our prayer, the rain stopped. It seemed as if God brought that rain, just to illustrate His protection for her and her family.
In preparation for our final stop, our hosts again warned us of the threats we faced in the next neighborhood. All of their warnings were immediately made evident as we were lead down a narrow alley to the site of our last ministry stop. Although it’s difficult to describe the depth and variety of spiritual oppression we sensed, we were certain of the source of it’s cure.
God’s presence was sensed by all of our team members, as we preformed and prayed in the crowded alley. Parent’s and grandparent’s eagerness to usher children to answer our call for prayer, testified to the desperation in which they lived. As always, we prayed confidently, knowing that God is the hope for El Salvador.
As soon as our ministry was done, our hosts quickly escorted us from a growing threat as evening began to settle over the crowded alley. Thankfully we quickly made our way several blocks to our waiting bus without incident.
Bittersweet goodbyes were exchanged with several of our team members as we dropped some of our new friends off on our way back to the campus. Each of our hosts expressed their appreciation for the sincere love we showed the people of El Salvador. Throughout the week we were consistently thanked for coming, determined to see God’s will be accomplished.
Our students were commended for being among the rare groups of students on whom they could depend to give 100%. This earned our students the privilege of ministering in neighborhoods to which teams hadn’t been taken in several years.
As we headed home on our final day of ministry, we reconciled our desire that our ministry days not end with the knowledge that needed rest lay ahead. In all, we reveled in our confidence that God was continuing a great work in El Salvador.
Here are a few of the skits we did throughout the week, as performed on our last day of ministry.
Herbert kills me in this skit. He’s such a funny guy, and truly skilled at ministering to these kids.
If you were there and remember details or any interesting stories I missed, please add your memories of our seventh day in the comments below. Thanks for reading and look for another post from my journal, tomorrow.
Monday, July 19th 2010
Our second to last day of ministry began with a little rain. Our first ministry stop was at a school. Although the rain had stopped, the school was already dismissed. We were told that many of the school buildings in San Salvador were old and leaked when it rained.
We packed back into the bus and drove a short distance to a nearby neighborhood. Here, the houses were crammed into tight rows along narrow alleys. Once there, the team sprang into action. It was this day that we were followed by a videographer from Castle. We performed our dances and skits while children watched on a lower and upper ledge of the alley wall.
In this neighborhood there was a small girl whose mother was concerned about a fever that she had been running for some time. We could feel her fever as we prayed for her. We listened as the mother told us, through our interpreter, of the doctors inability to identify any cause. Although there was no immediate physical sign of her healing, we agreed and believed that one was on the way.
Stopping for lunch, our host team took us to a small shopping center to spend the little bit of time we had before our next ministry opportunity. Obviously, we were compelled to use this as an opportunity to have some fun.
Nick passed the word that we all needed to stop in place whenever he said “freeze”. As we walked through the mall, we would freeze in various common spaces. It was hard to hold a pose as passersby laughed or simply stared in confusion. Without a great understanding of Salvadoran culture, we were often dependent on measuring the appropriateness of our antics by the responses of our host team. In all of these instances, they seemed as eager as we were to participate in the silliness.
One of our host team members, having missed Nick’s preface of the game, was caught off guard when she first saw us frozen in place. It was funny to watch her try to ask various team members what was happening as they refused to break their pose.
Our next ministry stop yielded a highlight of our trip. Similar to other stops, this site was characterized by dilapidated apartment houses, unkempt courtyards and a spirit of heaviness. On this wet day, it was especially difficult to coax kids from their presumably dry houses.
Courtney helped get things started by participating with Oscar, in the chicken dance. Devin rounded of the opening act by attempting to repeat unknown Spanish phonetics through a mouth full of cookies.
Throughout this time of ministry, many of us noticed a young girl who cried through parts of the program. We later found out that she was suffering from pain in her legs and feet, and could not sit comfortably. This was all explained to us, when she responded to a request for prayer for infirmities.
Members of our team began to gather around her in a fervent prayer for her healing. There seemed to be a desperation among the group as we concluded our prayer and the girl was not immediately healed. Tyler Duvall was the first to say what we were all thinking, “Lets pray again.” Although nothing seemed different about this round of prayers, the result was miraculous. When the girl was asked about the pain, she said there was none. When we asked if she could jump, she jumped. When we asked if she could run, she ran. This was all quite a contrast from the girl who could only shuffle, flat-footed to us only minutes before. Praise God for this miracle, the proclamation it is of His glory, and the inspiration it was to our team.
We were also surprised to see the Triplets, the couple who founded Castillo del Rey, visit us at this stop on our mission.
Our next site was a familiar one. We returned to the last site we visited on Friday, our first day of ministry. Although the scenery was familiar, the heaviness we initially felt upon our previous arrival was not sensed. We all agreed that it seemed like God had begun a work in this neighborhood.
As with our first visit, some of our team started a game of soccer, while others played with kids on their swing set and around the perimeter of the court. Several of us were asked by the videographer who accompanied us, to give testimony of our experiences to this point.
There were many kids present as our team ministered their dances and dramas. Again, our host team of Master’s Commission students and intern demonstrated their awesome ability to speak hope and salvation to the children of El Salvador, as they gathered them in for prayer. All-the-while, Pastor Nick, Pastor David and others spoke with several gang members at the hangout off the corner of the court. In all, five of them gave their hearts to God.
There was a definite shift in the general attitude of the team, as we concluded this day of ministry. In the earlier days of our trip, many questioned if we could maintain such a pace and withstand the heat and exhaustion, as we hurried from neighborhood to neighborhood. This night, many confessed they longed for more than just one more day of ministry. I think we all began to silently lament and wish against the knowledge that these experiences were almost past.
At dinner, Pastor Nick had a great opportunity to talk with Don Triplet about the history of Castillo del Rey and his vision for it’s future.
The team enjoyed another delicious dinner and each other’s company. This night, lasagna was on the menu. Our hosts always did an excellent job in their attempts to accommodate our sensitive palettes.
It was the end of another great day in El Salvador.
If you were there and remember details or any interesting stories I missed, please add your memories of our sixth day in the comments below. Thanks for reading and look for another post from my journal, tomorrow.
Sunday, July 18th 2010
After breakfast, our team was treated to the spectacle of trilling competition, in the form of “Lotion Shuffling”. The object of the game was to push a small bottle of hand lotion across a table so it came to rest with a part of the bottle partially hanging off the playing surface. The event was made complete by Pastor Nick’s and James’ play-by-play and color commentary, and the skillful court maintenance of the grounds crew.
Sunday morning’s ministry efforts began with a rewarding experience for our team. We found ourselves back at the tent church for “Big Day”. This was the weekly church service for zone one. “Big Day” was a once-a-month special service that was led by the youth.
Despite the lack of a permanent facility, the church was very cutting-edge. They incorporated much video and technology, giving updates from around the city during their program.
The youth presented a couple of dances. The Assemblies of God District Youth Director from South Dakota, gave a message through an interpreter. This was followed by a powerful closing human video by the youth of the church. It culminated in them crying out to God to bring hope to El Salvador.
As they were weeping, our ministry teams were called up to prepare for prayer. People came forward as they responded to calls for prayers for salvation, the baptism of the Holy Spirit, healing and home situations. At least one person was freed from demonic possession. Again, there was a spirit of openness to receive what the Lord had for them.
The reward for our guys was to see an immediate return on their work from the previous day. The day before, we ministered freedom to the very same kids God was using at this service.
Our next ministry stop was another community of run-down-looking apartment homes. After spending some time making balloon animals, the team performed in the mud as a morning rain trickled. There, some of our team ministered to a man selling ice cream. Others prayed with children for salvation, healing and various home situations. This process was repeated in a neighboring community, as we continued to spread the hope of Christ in El Salvador.
A couple of us got to talk to a school-age guy who studied English at a University. His English was quite good. He was fun to talk to. We asked him his thoughts about God. We learned that he asked Jesus into his heart and was getting ready to go to a Bible study at his church. His name was Joel.
As was common in some of the communities we visited, Joel accused a couple of our guys of looking like Justin Beiber. Another lady asked one of our guys what shampoo he used. I think they enjoyed the attention.
Our last stop, on Sunday, was a pretty interesting spot. It was an elevated soccer court at a street corner. When we arrived, Pastor David negotiated our use of the court to minister to the community. The terms of the negotiation: we had to beat them at soccer. These weren’t kids, and they knew how to handle the ball. It was no small miracle that we were eventually able to beat them and use the court.
As with everyone we met, they were warm, hospitable and welcoming of the message we shared. There were
a couple of memorable contacts we made at this site. Pastor Nick was able to challenged one of the young guys who stood out as a leader, and share some of his testimony. Others were able to pray for a man who confessed his need to allow God to use him, but doubted any ability to change the situation around him. I believe a call was answered that night.
Since our bus was broken down a couple of streets away and the sun had already set, Pastor David had to ferry us in small groups, through a dangerous part of town to where the bus awaited with dinner. A short while later, a repair service had us back up and on our way.
Again, it was a late return to the compound after a long day of ministry.
If you were there and remember details or any interesting stories I missed, please add your memories of our fifth day in the comments below. Thanks for reading and look for another post from my journal, tomorrow.
Saturday, July 17th 2010
Our first stop on our second day of ministry was at the main church in zone one. This was at a site just outside the city. It’s currently housed under two large tents. The long-term plan is to build a series of buildings that will house the various aspects of ministry they conduct here. Pastor David said they’ll be building the facility for the children’s ministry first, since the children come first at Castle. This morning was for a children’s service. We greeted the kids, as they arrived. There was one little boy, Kevin, who seemed to enjoy harassing the guys on our team with this game he would play where he would run by and grab the back of their leg. The service opened with worship and a couple crowd-breaker type of activities. There was a funny little chicken skit that was lead by a kid that really caught my eye during worship. He was on stage, manning the ipod. He really seemed to be passionate about the time we spent in worship. Our team was introduced, and we had an opportunity to share our “Supertones” dance and “Sin Box” skit. That service ended with a time of prayer for all the kids who responded. Next, we headed into the city for lunch at an Esso (Exxon) gas station that became a familiar landmark and stopping place for our team. This day, we hooked up with Giovanni and Stephanie who were workers in Castle’s youth ministry and assisted our team throughout the week. Our next stop for ministry was a community of tall grey buildings. Our hosts told us that this was kind of like the ghetto of El Salvador. Admittedly, I couldn’t tell any difference in this and the other places we visited. As we walked through a breezeway between two of the buildings, there appeared to be a birthday or similar sort of party on the upper bridge between the two buildings. This stop didn’t draw as many kids as the day before. None-the-less, we believe needs were met and lives were changed with the message that there is hope in Christ. Thankfully, the day was overcast and not nearly as hot as Friday. This began a trend of cooler days that would stay with us most of the time. Our last ministry stop, on Saturday, was back at the tents. This time, they were preparing for youth and jr high services. We were in the tent with the jr high students. Courtney opened with a couple of worship songs. She was incredibly brave. It was a pretty cold crowd at the beginning. Again, we had an opportunity to perform our “Supertones” dance and “Everything” video. Tyler Duvall shared his testimony and Pastor Nick preached. During the altar call, there was a very slow, hesitant response. Once a couple of guys and girls started to respond, more came. There were many salvations and rededications that night and a sweet spirit of brokeness, as the Lord ministered to the hearts of these young people. I had a chance to pray for a guy named Erin. As I was praying for him, I was overwhelmed by the desire to speak with this kid. When I asked Pastor David to help me, he said, “oh he speaks English.” Erin told me that he was a “missionary kid” and just struggling to live the life he knew he was supposed to. I feel like God used me to encourage him as I thanked him for the role he played in his parents’ ministry. I told him that people in America had extreme respect for the sacrifice he was making. I also shared that I felt God was preparing him for a when he would be able to step out from the shadows and have his own ministry. He seemed encouraged. I trust that God is doing something in his life. Back on the bus, we asked our host team if this was a typical church service for them. They said this was a particularly difficult and cold-hearted group. We immediately had a sense that God had used us to begin something special among them. On the way back to the campus, we stopped to pick up a couple of important supplies. Our host team and our intern found out that it was Taylor’s birthday. We all wanted to do something special for her. While Taylor was distracted, we got a cake and some little things for presents. When we arrived at the campus, we took all of the items for our dinner to a small room beside the cafe. Diner was papusas and rice. We also had ice cream cake (no forks) while Taylor unwrapped her presents. The evening was punctuated with Taylor bent over a trash can emptying the contents of her stomach. I think the fifteen swings she received before being thrown her into the pool might have had something to do with that, but no one can be sure. Steve and Nick and I joked that she had a pretty complete birthday experience without the assistance of alcohol. It was another great day in El Salvador. Here are the highlights of Taylor’s birthday celebration, minus the barf. This is our compilation video for our second day of ministry