This past Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I drove about 2 hours north to the town of San Francisco. A church which was recently planted by SIM missionaries was doing some training for the leaders of their church and a few leaders from some other churches. They were going through various Bible stories and practicing telling them. Then they would talk about what lessons they could draw from the stories. Almost everything was taking place in Guarani so I wasn't able to understand very much.
We ate all of our meals together, and those of us who were not from San Francisco spent both nights outside sleeping under the trees. The first night I learned that mosquitoes can bite you through a sheet. The second night I woke up at about 1am to feel a little mist on my face. I began to pray that God would hold off the rain. I woke up again at 3am to feel a little more mist, but that was as strong as it got. God held off the rain for us so our bedding just got a little damp. I was awoken several times each night as cows crunched and munched their way through the area, and the roosters in the area had choir practice.
On the way back I drove the long circuitous route in order to take several people home since I was the only person with an automobile. We were pretty overloaded at the start and I could feel the truck's suspension bottoming out with every rut and hole. The 2 hour return trip turned into 6 hours, but it was a good opportunity to see where the men were from and how far they had traveled to get there.
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