Moving Mountains

My hope and prayer is that spiritually God is moving mountains in Guatemala, setting men free from alcoholism, healing the sick, and caring for the poor. But on our way back from Coban yesterday David and I literally saw a mountain that had fallen in a year ago. The road used to pass about a third of the way down from the top, but if you look at the bottom branch to the left you can see the bulldozer that has been working to keep a temporary road open at the bottom. And so yes, David and I also made it back from our trip safe and sound. My body is a little tired from the 9 hour ride, but we made it there and back the same day. The ride home (a different way) was the prettiest part, seeing this huge mountain that had caved in and also a highway that went alongside a crystal blue river. We did eat at McDonald's for the first time in months and explored a cave (for a small fee). In McDonald's we met an interesting character named Brad. He was a young guy from Georgia riding his bike to Panama and back. We invited him to sit with us, so we listened to his story and shared Jesus with him. He was a very thoughtful guy, but I'm not sure where he stands with God. I can't imagine living in the world without a relationship with my Creator. It's not always easy, but I'm grounded, hopeful, and know that I'm never alone.

Today I visited two schools that we'll be doing a kind of Bible School at later in the summer when a team of American high school students come down. It's still amazing to me that the municipal director and the teachers are so open to us talking about Jesus in the public school setting. As long as we don't bash somebody for not being a Christian, they are extremely supportive of us sharing the creation story and talking about Jesus who died for them. What an opportunity we have to share Jesus with these kids that live in some of the most remote areas in Guatemala. Most of the teachers drive their motorcycles close to an hour from town and then walk sometimes another half hour to get to school. Most of the kids are Mayans, and so the youngest ones don't speak any Spanish yet. We'll take translators with us for the days we visit.