Jesus and Motorcycles

I know most people wouldn't consider riding motorcycles very holy, but I think Jesus would've ridden with David and I if he were here today. We spent a good portion of our Sabbath up in the hills and in the river riding, walking, and enjoying the view. Sometimes a few of the kids in town go with us, and we get the opportunity to tell them why we're here...so we like to look at it as part of our ministry. Then there are other times when we just fall or drop our bikes and give them a good laugh. So motorcycle ministry may be stretching it, but it's fun when we have time off. Anyway, yesterday we had a really busy day in Chiminisijuan. Over 100 people again. Thankfully we've been able to drive all the way to the clinic in the 4-Runner so far this rainy season. The people are lined up outside the gate with several of the local tienda ladies and their blankets of chips and juices all spread out in the road. Lately they've been selling all of the homeamade tomales before we get there because so many people come. Opening the gate is not very easy, more like firing the gun at a race.

(This momma and her baby being "meenched" are listening to Armando preach before we start at Chiminisijuan)

There was some exciting talk at the house about a call Duane received from a pastor in San Marcos (a city close to the coast). Marcos Witt, who is one of my favorite Hispanic worship leaders, is going to be in Guatemala at the end of June and the pastor asked Duane if he could fly him into San Marcos. (Marcos Witt is probably one of the most famous worship leaders out there). Duane made some calls and found another pilot who had a bigger plane for a good price, so he's not taking the flight, but it was fun to talk about. If we can find somewhere to stay in the City some of us would like to go to his concert when he's here.
The next few days I'm going to be with Joel in a town near Antigua for a pastors conference. He took me with him a couple months ago to an international meeting in the City, but this one is going to be a little smaller. I'm looking forward to spending time with him again and getting to see part of Guatemala I've never seen. Our plan is to come back Friday night.
Here is a picture of Paulino and me. He is one of our regulars at clinic. Normally he comes in and gives us all a hug to let us know he's ready to have his blood pressure taken and get his ranitadine for his stomach. He comes every week to San Andres clinic and sometimes to Canilla (and then again to San Andres the next day). When he first started coming his pressure was out the roof, and now he's normal. We normally pray and tell a few jokes. He likes to teach me new words in Quiche and tell me stories. He's been in 4 car accidents, is missing an eye and three fingertips, has over 30 grandkids and great grandkids, and every week he tells us that he's close to dying..but not yet. I pray he has many more years left here, but we talk about heaven too. Very often I am reminded that there is more to life than what we see with our eyes. I want more and more to be living for eternal things. Last night God really spoke to me while I was praying before bed about making much of Him. I pray you also receive a fresh glimpse of what it means to serve an eternal God. His love, his ways, his power is not like ours, but he offers us all of His heart.