I love prefaces. They feel like low-key, but still important, disclaimers. Nobody likes a disclaimer. Disclaimer means you’re likely to find something you don’t like and they’re taking either legal or preventative action to stave off complaints or lawsuits. Prefaces are more like “hey, just a heads up, this is what to keep your eyes open for.” I dig that.

You know what else I like? Boldness. Bold type is alright, but I just dig boldness. Kind of like digging the word “dig.” That’s part of why I liked Diglett so much. Dugtrio was ok, but Diglett was just awesome.

You know what’s good? Lots of stuff.

I went to Walmart the other day (ok, who am I kidding, I go to Walmart almost every day, even though I despise the company) and bought some Blue Bell ice cream that was listed at 51 pesos. In case you don’t know, the exchange rate hovers around 13 pesos to the dollar, making that pint of deliciousness priced at about $3.90. That’s a pretty decent deal if you ask me. Here’s the exciting part (as if delicious ice cream wasn’t enticing enough): they priced it wrong. My ice cream rung up for $35.10 pesos (oh yeah, they put the $ sign in front of their prices, which is hilarious to me. Did you know that it originally had two vertical lines connected by a little loopy thingy at the bottom. This is also called a U. Why? Because it used to be US smooshed together, but we got lazy and swapped it to one single vertical strike. Now you can understand why I find the $ in front of peso prices hilarious, right?). That means my pint of high quality, delicious Blue Bell pecan pralines n’ cream (why is there only one apostrophe on that?) cost me roughly $2.70 american. Baller.

I’m so sick of not having my dress clothes. I never expected to miss dress shoes, a nice shirt, and my tie, but I do. I feel like a scrub at church each week, and I’m still dressed appropriately in good jeans and a nice polo shirt. I wanna feel pretty. I might regret that sentence tomorrow. No edits.

I was going to work at Costco when I was in Yakima for our December break, but they told me they can’t afford to hire me. I’m considering looking for some other work for the three weeks, but I’m sure God will provide, in all ways, all that I need. I just keep remembering the scripture concerning not eating if you don’t work (2 Thessalonians 3:10) and thinking I should at least be willing to work. If anyone knows of anything I could do to earn a little extra, I’d greatly appreciate some leads.

Rachel and I just made up an absolutely hilarious dance to “Feliz Navidad” for El Colli in eight hours. Seriously, it’s awesome.

I think Gabi has a better monkey face than I do.

I’m rather perturbed (I might even say I’m vexed) that I have routinely been called “WillemPooh” after a girl started calling me “WinniePooh” a couple weeks ago. She’s been way too forward with me, and I’m not even allowed to date if I wanted to, which I don’t. I’m single on and with purpose, thank you, and I’m not breaking that streak in Mexico. If anyone calls me anything relating to that name, I will be ignoring you. Probably for the rest of the day. Ok, so probably for a good 10 minutes. This is why guys can’t hold grudges. We don’t care enough and we don’t have the attention span.

Tonight, I had an amazing discussion on postmodernism, Buddhism as a religion (it’s not, by the way), and Christianity, as well as my Christian responsibility to share my faith. I didn’t quote scripture in the conversation, since they all would have disregarded the authority I know to be present in the scriptures, but I did use an analogy I’m rather fond of:

As far as discussing it in public, I can think of no better place. What use is a discussion if it’s in private and with no dissenting opinions? That may be a difference in style between the two of us, but I absolutely enjoy being challenged and stretched in my faith and my thought process in front of everyone and with everyone allowed to chime in.

Part of your original post asked why everyone couldn’t just find what made them happy and keep it to themselves. I think if anyone kept it to themselves, that would make them the most selfish person on the planet. I share because I genuinely believe that Jesus is the path to salvation; the only path. I share because I care about people and I’m trying to learn to love them all, and part of that is at least telling them all about the wonderful thing I have discovered. I try not to be pushy, because I hated those people, but if I don’t at least tell people once, I feel as though I’m abandoning them and hiding something they could partake of. I’ve always been of the belief that more options are a good thing. More information available makes more informed (and thus, better) decisions. With that said, it then becomes my responsibility to make sure people know of this option. The fact that I believe it is the only correct choice is a bonus, of course.

It’s like handing someone a multiple choice question with only a, b, c, and d on it, knowing that e is the correct answer. That just seems awful to me.

If you can find a hole in that, let me know. I like shoring up my arguments and the best way to do so is to be challenged.

I’m trying to find churches to speak at about my experiences in Mexico and about all that God is doing in, through, and around us there. So far I’m booked at one on December 6th, but the rest of December and the first Sunday in January are still open. I’m planning to be in Yakima until Christmas and on the west side of the state after that.

Fruit salad is a funny thing. If there’s yogurt, it’s heavenly. If there isn’t, it’s the Devil’s fruit. Here’s why: if you don’t coat the fruit in something (Yogurt was just the most common coating I could think of that isn’t marshmallow, which is disgusting and just wrong. If you coat your fruit in marshmallow junk, you are wrong. Repent. Go and sin no more.), the fruits all share juices and just end up tasting like the most dominant fruit. Put another way: they’re lying. Who is the king of lies? That would be Satan. You keep your Satan Salad. I’ll have none of it.

I don’t understand lettuce.

Seth pooped in the potty this week. Hannah wanted to throw him a parade. Before Mexico, I would have thought that’s the strangest reaction ever. Now? I’m on board. You might say I dig it.

We all bought a book called StrengthsQuest. I highly recommend it. You can go to their website (https://www.strengthsquest.com/) and take a test (if you buy a brand new book, you get a code to take the test) that shows you your top 5 strength areas. I disagreed with mine at first, but after reading the descriptions I can understand why I ended up with those results. Everyone in the house has to take the test, and I’ve already learned a ton about myself and about nearly everyone else in the house. It’s been extremely helpful, and I was a skeptic! With that said, my top 5 strengths are Restorative, Connectedness, Woo, Individualization, and Ideation. First person to make fun of me for having woo gets…gets…I don’t know. But you won’t like it. If you want to know what those mean, go to the website, because I’m not typing it all out (Don’t give me any guff about copy+paste. I don’t feel like it and when I’m ornery, there’s no messing with me.)

Tonight, a small group went to the homeless ministry. They ended up praying over a woman who was possessed and manifesting her demon(s). I don’t know all the details, but I heard that they kept praying for her for quite a long time and she tried to pray with them. Every time she tried to say the name of Jesus, her speech would suddenly cease and all she could say was “ayudame,” which means “help me,” for the Spanishless. Upon hearing their story, my eyes welled up and tears started streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t help but feel incredible anguish for her. She is tormented, just like so many others in this world. How much pain can one Jesus take? He is incredible. I am absolutely amazed by Him.

On the being amazed by our savior note, my worship song is totally coming together. It’s one of the first posts on this blog, a song titled “With You.” Honestly, the title stinks, but the song has actually turned out rather well. I can play it on the piano and sing it now, and Matt is piecing together a guitar part (He wrote almost all the piano music. Actually, I’m not sure if I wrote any of it. I wrote the lyrics and the melody forever ago though, so I guess that’s something.) and Gabi mentioned wanting to learn/create a harmony vocal after she heard me playing it. We’ll be performing it at a local poetry night the day after Thanksgiving.

I need new Christian music.

Oh, I’ve thought of a few things I would like for Christmas (none is needed)

• A digital camera (preferably this one)
• Logos Bible Software (found here)
• Baked Goods
• Hugs
• At least one really really good high five
• A pocket Spanish-English dictionary

I’m barely conscious. Seriously, it took me like 35 minutes to write that Christmas list. I wonder if there are leftovers in the fridge.

Just soup. I’ll pass.

I just realized that I’ve written over 1700 words on this blog, yet I’ve been avoiding writing three 2-page articles summaries like the plague.

Best quote I’ve heard recently: “Excuse me miss, your postmodernism is showing.”

After this year, I’m never playing fantasy football again. I don’t care if I end up winning the whole league (which is totally possible; I’m in 3rd place). It’s way too stressful and distracting.

Also, I’ve decided not to drink soda next year. I’m tired of feeling so out of shape. I only weigh like 200 lbs, but I feel huge.

Just for fun, here are two hilarious pictures of me.

So ummm….Google Reader is my new favorite toy. It’s amazing. I get to keep track of everything I like reading all the time, but it puts all the posts into one spot instead of making me hop all over to different websites. Whoever came up with this idea should get a nice posh corner office overlooking something pretty.

In honor of my mom’s recent birthday, you should all click on this link and then click the big pink button to support breast cancer research and free mammograms for women who need them. (CLICK HERE IF YOU HATE CANCER)

I have to type a few more words so I can eek over the 2000 mark, just because I think that would be a pretty cool thing. I’m not sure why, I just get the impression that I’d be much more pleased with 2009 words of nonsense than i would be with 1986. Ok, I just realized that I just typed the current year and my birth year without intending to. Crazy sauce.

Ministered to tons of kids through song, dance, and helping with the day’s Bible story (I was a discus champion, and I was good at it)

Handled a parent’s questions in Spanish by myself (and figured out who her kids were)

Discovered that being called “Gordito” by the local kids is, in fact, not offensive here (I’m still not sure I believe that)

Lashed out in a passive-aggressive manner towards people yelling nonstop in the study room (I apologized later and I should have handled my need for quiet in a more tactful fashion)

Ate a lot of honey-roasted peanuts and hershey’s kisses. (I truly think this might be the best combination of snack foods)

Wrote a paper on an amazing book (the paper is below, and significantly less impressive than the book)

Admired Seth’s and Baby Henry’s incredible costumes (Baker In Training for Seth, Pooh and a Pumpkin for Baby Henry)

Had a great chat with a mentor (although part of it was more hilarious than mentor-mentee relationship)

Ate amazing food, all throughout the day. (Home-baked goodies, tomato basil soup, baked potatoes, yum)

Did the best makeup job I have ever done for Mike’s demon outfit (Seriously, he looked Joker-esque)

Complained about the egregious lack of good tape in this country (I honestly have no idea how they hold their stuff together without the glory of duct tape)

Continually ran back and forth between a fake party and the Judgment Seat, where I then draped myself in a sheet that wouldn’t stay up (due to lack of good tape) so I could play God

Met a couple of very cool new people and got to practice my Spanish in a long car ride around 1am. (They said I spoke very well!)

Had a very healthy and helpful chat with a very good friend on the way back from that long car ride. (I’d been looking forward to this particular conversation for a while)

After the service, everyone changed into swimsuits and gathered in one of the lower pools. There, Rodolfo baptized 7 people, much to the delight of all involved. It was a very exciting way to take a huge step of obedience for all of these people, and it was an incredibly lively and supportive group. I was absolutely blessed to be a part of this.

After hanging out in the pools for a while, we all migrated towards the food, which was plentiful and flavorful. There was pollo molé, a marlin dish, tons of fresh fruit, and a delicious pasta salad. On top of all of that, there was a pastor’s wife trying to feed me until I popped. This was one of those times they trained us for, where you smile, say gracias, and eat everything they put on your plate or in your glass. It hurt. It hurt so good.

After stuffing our faces with food, everyone decided to jump back in the pools for a a few hours of some bizarre version of volleyball, wherein Rodolfo decided to announce every move that was going on. It was hilarious. Also entertaining was everyone’s reaction to my lack of participation. I didn’t feel like swimming today and I don’t particularly enjoy swimming in pools, so I didn’t join. Daniel’s mom kept trying to hit it by me to entice me to jump in out of reaction, but it never did work.

After a few hours of doing nothing, the three of us headed back over the hills, but took our time so we could stop and take tons of pictures of all the great views and interesting stuff, including random Mexican cowboys in the mountains herding cattle off the crazy road.

The whole adventure put several different thoughts into my head. Principally, I started thinking about how we need to celebrate the rebirth that baptism symbolizes. Honestly, we put on some pomp and circumstance and make a production out of it, but is that genuine? Is that true celebration? Are we honestly rejoicing in the progression and the obedience people are displaying and committing to? Another thing I thought today was how truly evident God’s creativity is everywhere we go. How do we miss it every day? How are we constantly ignorant of it? I pray that I would keep my eyes and heart open to see the evidence of God everywhere I go.

After we got home, Stacia and I laid around in the living room doing homework and complaining about being hungry for sweets. We finally found Katlyn and asked her where the remnants of the no-bake cookies were. After we scarfed those, we set to work finishing our reading, lectures, and an assignment (we actually turned an assignment in over a week before it’s due!).

Eventually hanging out in the living room caught up to us in the form of everyone in the house gathering around us and making noise, making studying impossible. We all decided to go to Plaza del Sol, where we ate Pizza Hut (or, as I call it now: Pizza Butt) and some extremely stale pastries. After running around trying to find everyone by yelling Marco Polo, Richie and Jen decided to soap all the fountains in the whole plaza. It was not very successful, but we got a lot of funny pictures and we had a great time.

Now we’re back at home trying to organize a game of Mafia that just won’t work. Everyone’s complaining and laughing at each other and I’m just sitting in the corner as a witness to this calamity. I’ll add some pictures to this post as I get my hands on them.

The last 24 hours have been pretty amazing. I got a 95 on my Spanish Conversation exam, then an 84% on my New Testament Literature exam, then had some dynamite pizza for dinner. Then the fun began.

Richie and Jen were busy all afternoon making a cardboard ark for El Colli the next day. When they finished that, they decided to put the rest of the cardboard to use…as robot costumes. Once we finished taping them up and drawing faces on the masks and wrapping sections of them in aluminum foil, we found our portable speaker system and hopped on a bus to have them dance battle for spare change for Casa Hogar (our young boys’ home we work with). We took a few bus trips, took some video, danced at intersections, took more video, and finally headed home. They later went back out while I did some homework. In all, we made 118 pesos, which will almost buy two pizzas for the boys. We decided we’re going to split into two teams and do the same thing next week, with me being one of the robots. It should be hilarious.

Later Friday night, we went to the center of Zapopan (our city) to do some homeless ministry. I’d never been there before and I was exhausted before we left, so I didn’t want to go. Once we got there, we immediately ran into a guy asking for prayer. We prayed with him for about 10 powerful minutes. Talk about a wake up call. There’s no denying God was moving last night and doing amazing things. That man and about 5-7 others ended up either getting saved for the first time or rededicating their lives to Christ, and at least 20 people were healed of various infirmaries and serious illnesses. One man had a hernia and a serious shoulder injury. Both were healed. I was so humbled and convicted for wanting to stay home. I’m so thankful God used me last night and I can’t help but change the way I approach ministry from here on out. I also got the chance to use my Spanish a lot, and ended up doing way better than I thought I would.

We finally got home around 1:30 and stayed up laughing and posting pictures from the day and talking until about 2. I woke up in the middle of the night with a calf cramp that didn’t go away for over a half-hour. Finally, it subsided just in time for someone’s alarm to go off in the house and keep me from going back to sleep for a little while longer. I finally got back to bed and woke up for our 6am man-time. (We have made a covenant with all of the guys involved in the program to wake up at 6am for an hour of devotions and prayer every day, no matter when we have to get up. I’ve been taking the time to do my life journal and pray over the house and for all the girls/women involved. Everywhere we go, I’m keeping an eye on them to make sure they’re safe and never in situations where they’re feeling uncomfortable or threatened, so I feel I need to pray for them as well of course!) After my devotional time, I got back to sleep for a couple more hours before the cramp came back. It didn’t last as long this time, but I’ve felt it twinging all day (yes, I’m drinking a lot of water, so I have no idea why it’s cramping up).

El Colli this morning was a challenge to start, but ended up going really well once we got started. I learned how to play handball today and I’m ok at it. We had a couple kids making trouble nonstop (Please pray for Felix. He’s the one kid at El Colli that always makes me want to quit until I remember that God loves him and wants me to do the same), but everyone else was really well-behaved today. I was Noah in the puppet show, I helped with the dance, and Hannah and I put on the game (we made the kids spin around 10 times, then put a spoon in their mouth, put a lime on the spoon, and run to someone else and run around them and come back, then had three more kids on their team).

After El Colli, we drove over near our youth center, split up into three groups, and walked around praying together for the area. It was eye-opening, heart-wrenching, and inspirational. We saw so much and so many people that simply need love. I couldn’t help but hurt and cry for those people while I was praying for them. We ended up walking through a street-market and ran into a couple of our youth kids right next to a guy who was selling magazines, including pornography. I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but I did and was praying for those kids the whole time. I now know exactly who I’m hanging out with every week at the youth center.

Now we’ve been home for a few hours to relax before one group heads to the youth center for the night and the rest of us go to our church’s youth group. In our relaxation time, Richie and Jen and Brittany had to clean the tarps. Instead of cleaning them and putting them away, they decided to clean them, make a slip and slide out of them, clean them again, and put them away. Definitely an entertaining day. Also, we have real milk for the first time. Like in a jug. I haven’t had milk from a jug for over a month, and boxed milk just tastes wrong. We made chocolate milk for a bunch of people, which was delicious. Richie and I also made a trip to Walmart to test out my new debit card (Bank of America let me draw out over $1,100 from the ATM and at school for classes, but freaked out over a $7 trip to Walmart, so I had to get a new card) and get some food. Unfortunately, we discovered that popcorn chicken from Walmart in Mexico is quite possibly the most disappointing thing ever cooked.

Well, now it’s time to head out to church and my calf just cramped up again. I need a banana.

I led devotions for the first time this week. I tore apart Hebrews 4:14-16. The passage was originally a proof for Jesus as the Messiah, and today it can be taken as the same, as well as an encouragement to come fully and boldly to Him, for He knows how you feel because He went through all the same temptations we go through. It was great, but way short. I’ll learn to mix it up and get creative and stretch things out as we go along.

We hung out on the CUCEA campus and got to meet people there, including a great lunch.

We got to experience Mexican Independence Day (Contrary to popular belief, Cinco de Mayo means next to nothing here and isn’t their celebration of independence.) I wasn’t feeling up to par, so I stayed home while most of our group was either at the youth center or at church parties.

I not only survived Spanish class; I’m doing rather well in it. I really like my grammar profesor, but my conversation profesora is kind of unsettling. She has a speech impediment (and she teaches conversation…) and she’s all about tequila and dating and whatnot. She flirts with students who are probably 10-15 years younger than her and none of us is even remotely interested. Oh well, enough on that.

I think we finally got the internet situation figured out. We got a four-way switchbox at the access point that redirects to the house computer, two wireless routers (on upstairs and one downstairs) and to a 16-way switchbox that runs to hardline cat5 ports throughout the study room. It’s still only a 5 meg connection, but that should be plenty for most of the time.

I also had an adventure in plumbing this week. The girls upstairs clogged the pipes with too much toilet paper, so every time they used any water in their bathroom it flooded. They apparently didn’t think this was important enough to tell anyone, so they simply dealt with a flooding shower for a week and a half before the toilet started flooding on Wednesday morning. Apparently, I’m the only person in the house anyone trusts to fix anything, so I was tasked with diagnosing, triage, and eventually fixing the problem. I tried to simply turn off the valve to the toilet, but the handle was broken off and we had no vice grips. The next step was to run up on the roof (putting me about 45 feet above ground) in bare feet, using a ladder that is nowhere near tall enough to be safe, jumping up onto a wall to jump up onto the roof. Up there, I turned off the water to the entire house, then almost fell trying to get back down. Eventually, we finished our breakfast (Stacia made some dynamite french toast) and spent most of the day trying to figure out what to do about it, as well as generally avoiding do the homework we knew we needed to get done. In the evening, I headed off to Home Depot to buy a replacement fitting and valve, as I’d managed to at least disconnect all of that. After we got back, I replaced it all, then headed back up to the rooftop and turned the water back on. After a small amount of cheering and fanfare, I told the girls that they were responsible for cleaning up their toilet and getting it unplugged. Until they did that, I declared their bathroom to be off limits. That was Wednesday, this is Saturday, and it still hasn’t been done.

Thursday was a pretty full day, but definitely a good one. We started with Spanish classes, then the guys all went to the mall to eat lunch and have our small group time. We talked about our personal goals and how we wanted to build our small group trust together. Then we went home and everyone practiced our tasks for El Colli (kid’s ministry on Saturdays) until we had run through it all and had to go to a couple different ministries. The girls went to El Triunfo Women’s Shelter, which is a really cool recovery/rehab center for women. The guys were going to go to Casa Hogar (a home for boys whose parents are usually still living, but incapable of taking care of them for one reason or another), but they had already scheduled something for the boys so we went to the El Colli neighborhood and rounded up whomever we could find for a soccer game. After we left there, we headed home for a quick dinner before we split up again. About half the girls did pilates after dinner, and the other half came with most of the guys to play ultimate frisbee on the campus where we take Spanish classes (Autonoma). Matt and I opened up the game with some razzle dazzle (nobody gets to make fun of me for saying that) when on our first possession we made eye contact and he bolted to the exact spot I wanted him to get to. I threw a perfect hammer throw (If you don’t know what that is, it’s an overhand throw that makes the frisbee turn upside-down and arch the exact opposite way it normally would. Needless to say, it’s hard to master.) that reversed course at the very end, just as I’d hoped it would. Just from that throw, I will no longer be taken lightly by the serious players.

Friday turned out to be a blast, too. We had La Fusion (we open up our youth center near El Colli and put on a service with hangout time) for my first time. It was an absolute blast playing with all the kids and getting to talk to a couple of them about their home lives and the character of God. The kid I had that conversation with ended up responding to the alter call, so I got to pray for him and actually knew what I was praying for, which was wonderful. I turned out to be a beast at carpetball, so that may end up coming back to bite me because all the kids were gunning for me. After La Fusion, most of our group went out to a homeless ministry downtown in a park, but I stayed behind to have the first bit of quiet time I’ve had in weeks.

Saturday so far has been insane. My shorts split down the seam all the way from my crotch down my left inseam to the hem. That was during play time before we started our El Colli program. I was at La Cancha again, which is the crazy hyperactive one. I was also in charge of songs and dances with Rachel, so I had to dance in the middle of a giant circle of kids with my whole leg and a portion of my boxer-briefs showing, and I had to enjoy it. Oddly enough, I did. I had a blast. After El Colli, we split into two groups and walked around praying for the neighborhood for about a half hour.

After we came back, we were putting together a bed for a visitor. While I was actually putting it together and making sure everything was going to be right, everyone else decided to ride mattresses down the stairs. Apparently, Mike tried to surf on his, which resulted in a violent crash, ending up with Mike nearly unconscious at the foot of the staircase, everyone else in a stunned silence, with myself completely ignorant of the results of the crash because I simply kept working. Eventually, I snapped at someone to pray for him. I walked downstairs to get him some ice, but Richie was already on it. We retrieved Amy from her side of the house (she’s a nurse) and got Mike moved into his bed, iced up, and ibuprophened up. We took him to the urgent care clinic a few blocks away after we waited for the drugs to start kicking in. Richie, Gabi, Amy and I all waited there for his x rays and whatnot to be finished, which took a little over an hour. The good news is that he didn’t fracture his skull or his pelvis, but he’s still in a lot of pain and will have to be on painkillers for about 10 days.

Now I’m preparing to stay up all night doing homework with Hannah and Justin and hoping it doesn’t actually take all night. I’ll probably give an update tomorrow on how that turns out.

EDIT: I’ve just had a Dr. Pepper explode all over my shirt, workspace, and shorts. That means I’m down to one pair of shorts. Oy vey.

EDIT #2: I went to bed at 4am, but all my stuff was done.

Once we got all the registration stuff figured out and connected with a proctor for our assessments, we were all crammed into a little room with what should never ever qualify as a desk for adults. They plopped the giant assessment packet in front of each of us, then gave us an answer sheet and explained (I’m giving her a little credit here, because it barely qualified as an explanation in English) how to take our assessments and what information was needed on the answer forms. I finished section two with some confidence, so I figured I would place into level two (out of 9). Everyone else finished after me, except the people who simply put their names on the answer sheets and handed them in, knowing they needed to be in level 1. The proctor then corrected my assessment on my desk in front of me: 8/10 for level 1 and 4/10 for level 2. I was then whisked away to a room with a woman who spoke very fast and rather quietly (this is a problem, since I have had a sinus infection that has plugged my ears for days, so I am having trouble hearing), so I couldn’t understand her very well. As it turns out, she was conducting an placement interview (Yes, I meant to put “an.” It’s grammatically correct, even though it sounds funny.), so I didn’t exactly pass that with flying colors. She then swapped over to hesitant English to explain to me that I hadn’t demonstrated enough confidence in my speech to thrive in level 2 communication (we take 1 grammar class and 1 communication class). I assured her that I had the hearing thing going on and I just needed to get back into it and that I’d prefer to be placed into level 2, so she just let me start that way!

Oddly, I’m the only one of us in level 2. Two people tested into level 4, I’m in level 2, and everyone else is in level 1. We had to do a bunch of silly paperwork and running around to get everything set up, and we still didn’t finish before we had to leave, but we can finish that mess on Monday when we start our classes.

We got back to the house around 10ish for a 10:30 meeting, which was basically just a short description of what we’d be doing for the rest of the day. We got to take a tour of all of our ministry sites, praying at each site. This was very exciting for all of us, since we’d only been to one site and hadn’t even gotten to put a full effort into that experience.

We first went to El Colli, divided into El Campo (a dirt field with patches of grass and patches of trash) and La Cancha (a playground). I was in the El Campo team, so we were dropped off first. We walked around praying individually for about 15 minutes before coming together to pray a blessing over the whole place. I got some interesting insight about that place. I saw army ants crawling all over the place and started thinking about needing more soldiers in the Lord’s army, how we would need to crawl on our bellies in humiliation at times and would need to carry burdens much larger than ourselves at times, but how if we work tirelessly and with God’s will in mind and heart, we will build something much greater than the surface can show. We also had a prophesy of life returning to the area, as evidenced by the near jungle on the perimeter. It was definitely an eye-opening trip.

Next, we packed up the van and headed to our youth center, La Fusion. This place is amazing. It’s in a completely broken area of town where you can feel the oppression and depression all around you, but there’s this place above a nail salon that has brightly-colored walls, ping-pong, foosball, carpetball (this game is amazing, so I’ll have to post a video someday), beautiful high arched brick ceilings, and a basketball court in the back. It’s so clearly a lighthouse in the area, and we each took a turn to pray against the strongholds affecting kids in the area.

We then headed off to one of the college campuses (CUCEA) to have lunch, meet the Chi Alpha group on campus, and prayer-walk the campus with them. Lunch was interesting, because I ordered first and got my food last. It was delicious though (chiles rellenos), so I didn’t complain. We got to walk with Jensen, who is from a small island country I can’t remember in the Caribbean. He was a great guide and we got a good idea of the culture on the campus, which gave us knowledge of what to pray for.

After CUCEA, we scooted over to another university where Angela teaches English (UTEG). This was easily the most uncomfortable I have ever been. On top of being cranky already from wearing jeans in Mexican heat and being sweaty, coupled with being itchy from mosquito bites, smashed together with having spent the entire day crammed into a hot van with people who were all talking the entire time, I was the last one into the classroom, so I got stuck with the crazy girls. You know those girls in high school who try to corrupt any wholesome guy who shows them the slightest bit of kindness? I had to work with them. First, they wanted me to teach them how to say breast implants in English, so they could put it on their homework as things they would accomplish in the coming years. Then, they asked me out for tequila and dancing, explaining that one of them was an exotic dancer. This was not my favorite 45 minutes in life. Richie tried to rescue me, but they dismissed him and went back to attacking their prey. Eventually, Angela took pity on me and started a class-wide game of hangman.

Finally, we escaped that place. On the way out, I had a short conversation with Carolyn about my time spent as an atheist, which I still have to finish. We then took a trip to UNIVA, a private Catholic university several blocks from our house. We prayer-walked the campus in one group and met a couple people who our leaders were friends with from last year, then we got ditched. Our leaders left a second year student (Justin) with us and took the van home, telling us it was our task to get home safely for dinner, with the caveat that Justin wasn’t allowed to do anything except keep us alive. I started walking to the nearest exit, which happens to be on the opposite side of campus from our house. Stacia corrected our course and got us going in the right direction (this should have been a sign that I should not be leading the charge on this day, although I’m usually the best direction person I know). Richie and I asked the guards at the gate how to get to our house. They gave very easy and clear directions…which we both heard wrong. They said “derecho” and we heard “derecha.” This seems like a small difference to you non-spanish speakers, but derecho means straight and derecha means right. Considering they were talking about the first intersection, we got ourselves in trouble at the start. We ended up going way out of our way, Brittany almost passed out from dehydration (we’re all adjusting to this altitude and bottled water only thing), were given three sets of bad directions before getting ourselves straightened out, and finally got home. It took us about 45 minutes. Upon getting back, Justin told us of our mistake and explained that it’s about a 5 minute walk if we’d gone straight, and that we come out at the corner that is literally 1 house away from ours. Awesome.

Throughout the day we were faced with tons of riddles from Matt. Most of us enjoyed them and rose to the challenge. Some people didn’t. I was one of those that did. I’m usually good at riddles and answered a lot of them, so I had fun with it, despite the very vocal protestations of some of our less riddle-friendly compatriots.

After a quick dinner, several of us went to play ultimate frisbee at the Autonoma campus. Normally, we’ll be able to join in with the games on Thursdays, but they were practicing for their tournament this weekend so we just took one of their players and played our own side game, which ended 7-6 at dark. It was a great game and a lot of fun and we kept everyone involved without getting ultra-competitive. We all really enjoyed it.

Upon returning home, we faced one last challenge to regain a portion of our toiletries. Matt gave us two ropes and blindfolded two of our team members, who were also instructed not to speak. He then interwove the ropes and faced the two members towards one another. Over an hour later after many failed attempts, swappings of the rope holders, removal of blindfolds, Matt took Phoenicia downstairs and showed her how to do it, once, quickly. She wasn’t allowed to approach or speak to the rope-holders, and she couldn’t quite communicate it. Stacia went next and, in typical Stacia fashion, came bounding up the stairs and couldn’t contain her excitement. About 15 seconds later, we all rejoiced. Then we received 1 stick of deoderant, 1 bottle of shampoo, and 1 bottle of conditioner. We were told that we got to choose one item for the guys, one for the girls, and one to be shared. Loree suggested that the guys get the deoderant, the girls get the conditioner, and the shampoo be shared. This made sense to all of us, so I poured some shampoo into a cup for the guys and handed the bottle to the girls, then we all went to take showers and go to bed.

Most of our day was spent staring at the front of the living room while we were flooded with information on Mexican culture, respect, and talking with Pastor Daniel, who heads one of our partner churches. He gave us many many insights on both the Mexican cultural heritage and on today’s customs and practices. He also filled us in on a lot of little things worth remembering, like hand gestures, slang phrases, and celebrities. We should be a lot more culturally relevant because of his time spent with us.

Much of the day was also spent studying the history of the church, particularly Catholicism and the path to Mexico’s present-day picture. Today, between 75-95% of Mexicans will identify themselves as Catholics. Much like in the United States, many of those who affiliate themselves with a church do not necessarily practice the beliefs or even attend services. We also got the opportunity to speak on Skype with a highly-respected theologian who grew up in a Protestant church, but converted to Catholicism. He gave us many insights into true Catholic dogmas, practices, and the original and present-day reasoning behind some of their traditions. He also was happy to answer the peppering of questions we threw at him, occasionally regretfully admitting that some of the Catholic traditions were very poorly understood in specific churches. However, that isn’t the point. We were trying to have a conversation on unity and working as one body for one Christ and for one purpose, so we each brought faults to the table. He told us the history of the Catholic church in Mexico and explained why it was so strong here. Additionally, we gained some insight as to the challenges we would face as white, American, pentecostal missionaries. We have a lot of work to do and it’s going to be way harder than we thought, but worth every drop of blood, drop of sweat, and tear.

As we were scurrying off to our still-warm beds, our leaders told us they would be providing us with breakfast after devotions at 8:30. This was a welcome word, but another surprise in waiting. Some of us didn’t really get back to sleep after the memorization (I tried, but I couldn’t get my head cleared of the Spanish worship music we’d heard on Sunday at church), so we all showed up to devotions a bit groggy, but pleased with what we had accomplished. We had a guest for devotions named Butch, who is basically the liaison between us and the Assemblies of God World Missions department. Butch shared a couple stories sandwiching the story of Jesus’ interactions with Zacchaeus. It was a great breakdown of how Jesus wasn’t only offering to come hang out with Zacchaeus. Instead, He was offering eternity to him and his whole family; He was offering genuine love and friendship to someone who had neither of them from anyone. We have the opportunity to offer that to everyone we come into contact with.

After devotions, we migrated to the breakfast table and sat down to….something very questionable. We were each given a plate with something that looked like catfood and tasted like spam, something that looked like fire-hot cheetos in the shape of tiny fish, and something slightly resembling green beans in color, but softer and chopped funny, which made them look like cross-sections of a cow-lilly (the only reason I know what that looks like is because I bit into one at Brian and Ashley’s wedding, with Ashley’s prompting. I threw up and my face tingled for about 45 minutes, so I wouldn’t recommend that). When everyone had spent enough time complaining, then correcting each other with the previous night’s verse, then shutting up and finally looking at the leaders with disgust written all over our faces, the speech came. “As missionaries, you need to understand something about the culture here and throughout the world. Many of the people you will be visiting will be so poor that the only way of offering you any gratitude is to fix you dinner. Many of them can’t even afford to do that, but they will anyway. Your task is to show grace, gratitude, and God’s love. At the same time, you need to realize that while you may not be able to communicate with words, your faces just told me everything I need to know about what you’re thinking. This is the time to practice. As soon as you all eat everything on your plate, we’ll talk about what’s next for the day.” The cat food turned out to be finely-chopped pig liver, the little cheetos were heavily-seasoned fried fish, and the green thingies were Nopales, a cactus. Gabi was the first one done, then Mike. Stacia was last…by a long shot. I was pretty much smack-dab in the middle, and I can honestly say that none of it tasted all that bad, but the textures were difficult to stomach.

The rest of the day was filled with a lot of learning about chores, expectations, ministries, schedules, and whatnot. After all of that, we gathered together to have a worship night, in English. As it turns out, our leadership team (the Missionaries in Training) is a husband and wife team that sound pretty amazing on a guitar with both of them singing. We were very blessed to have the time together and we won’t know what it meant to us until long down the road, but it lasted a couple hours and we had a lot of prophecy, a lot of bondage broken off, and we all entered into a new adventure with God at the helm.