it takes a bonding moment, a huge mountain range, tiny hotel rooms with 2 per
bed and a shared bathroom to remind us that God resides in each one of us.
What an amazing experience this trip was. We traveled to San Juan Ixcoy, where
we were almost at the highest point in Central American, at 12,000 feet.
We hiked through mountains to get to the work site for a water project.
None of us imagined the worksite would be a natural spring literally on the side
of the mountain. Guatemalans carried picks, hoes, machetes, lengths of pvc
tube, 100 lb. bags of cement and we carried --- ourselves. It was a great
opportunity for sharing and accepting help. While some ventured back to
the worksite on days 2 and 3, others visited homes in the village and built
relationships, sharing books, making tortillas, laughing and singing.
also go to share an interesting communion of marshmallows and wine.
Interesting for two reasons, one because, why marshmallows? and two because
Presbyterians in Guatemala don't drink alcohol so we usually have grape juice.
It actually tasted almost like a sherry or a shot of some kinds. And it
was accompanied by some funky beat music to boot. I think God really had
fun with this holy meal. We watched the ushers as they walked around the
church with a switch, scooting the dogs outside.
these experiences take a group of individuals and make them into a community.