Archive for June, 2012

Jun 13

More Pictures and a Story from The Well Mission to Guatemala

2012 | by Clint | Category: Field Updates,Global,Rabinal Achi,Trips

Here are some more pictures and a funny story from The Well mission team, as they look forward to a day of rest tomorrow (Thursday).

Marvin G. writes the following on his blog:

When I was given the responsibility for planning the young adult mission and realizing that God will always put in front of us what He wants done, I was still worried that we would have days of idleness wishing there was something we could do. That has not been the case at all. Every day seems to be packed to the brim, often more than one church to visit, and now we all are looking forward to a rest day. Thursday, this week, we will be taking a day off and heading to the waterfalls on the way to Coban. I thought after the medicos departed back to the USA, that I would be able to rest some. Hah! What was I thinking once again? Rodrigo and I had a meeting to attend with the Central American Faith Comes By Hearing representative, Abdiel Lopez, and two of the Guatemalan Campus Crusade representatives, Oto and Roberto in the capital. And we had to get the Gregory’s to the airport. Before the Gregory’s departed from San Miguel Chicaj, Rodrigo and Tania, our Mexicans, made chilaquiles for breakfast.

They were absolutely delicious, but during the breakfast I received another language lesson. Rodrigo looked down the table at me and said, “¿Empacado?” He was asking me if I was packed and ready for our trip to the capital and using the past tense of the the verb ’empacadar’, to pack. However, my “extensive” knowledge of Spanish did not include that verb, but I did know the words “¿En pecado?”, which would mean “In sin?” For the life of me, I could not figure out why Rodrigo was asking me in front of about fifteen people (and we were at opposite ends of a long table), “Are you in sin?” Of course I was. We all are, that is why we need Christ, but was this good bye breakfast the time to confess in public. I was very confused. Rodrigo kept asking, “¿Empacado?”, and I continued to hear “En pecado?”. When both are said quickly, it is difficult to distinguish the difference. Rodrigo was finding it difficult understanding why I was confused about a simple question of packing and I was confused why we needed to have a discussion about my sin in front of fifteen of my friends. Tania, our translator, finally told me he wanted to know if I was packed. I said, “Oh, that is not a verb I know. I thought he wanted to know if I was in sin?”, and we all had a big laugh at that.


Pato Pato Ganso! (Duck Duck Goose)


Pastor Rene - just a wonderfully fun Rabinal Achi pastor that was our host for two days


Showing the Jesus Film on my Ipad


Hiking to Achi villages


More Hiking with Los Achis


Hector y Eder - our partners in Ministry!


Jun 11

SNAP June 2012 Survey Trip Update #2

This just in from our SNAP Team Leader:

  • We got pulled over but my wife talked the cop out of giving us a ticket.
  • Have been in 6-8 hrs of meetings each day
  • We were just down the road from a world cup qualifying match which ended at midnight and kept everyone up very late from the partying in the streets
  • We had a huge feast of fried calamari, fish and eel as we arrived at a coastal city

Here are some updated prayer requests they sent as well:

  • Safety. the driving is pretty sketchy here
  • Wisdom. We are presented a lot of options and opportunities for future work.
  • Endurance. We want to serve and encourage but it is easy just to take and be served (and we are already pretty exhausted)

Please continue to pray for them as they continue on this whirlwind survey trip.

And read here to find out how you can support their current and future church planting efforts in North Africa.

Jun 11

Guatemala May Mission Update – Another Note From The Well Team

2012 | by Clint | Category: Field Updates,Global,Rabinal Achi,Trips

More from The Well team in Rabinal Achi country: (from this past weekend’s ministry in a village called Santa Inez)

As our team arrived in Santa Inez for a two day outreach I was immediately taken aback by the breathtaking views.

Breathtaking views

We were invited up to church to meet the community leaders and eat what I thought would be our breakfast. As a huge bowl of Atol was handed to me I sat down to


drink this bowl of mush. (Atol: texture: glue. Taste: liquid tortilla + a hint of chile and salt). With each swallow I could feel a complaint coming to my lips, but then I stopped and remembered Eucharisteo (thanksgiving).

Even in this moment I know that I can find something that I am thankful for:

  • Safe traveling up to this beautiful place
  • A bowl of warm food, as others have empty hungry bellies
  • the sacrifice people must have made to feed me this bowl of mush

There, I have done it I have found JOY! As each new mouthful went down the taste became better and better and just like that I was done. I then found out that that was our appetizer and that we needed to walk down to the pastor’s house for actual breakfast. After our breakfast we piled into the back of a pick-up and drove to the soccer field for some fun with the youth of the town. When I say ‘we piled into the back of a pick-up’ I mean our team plus about 15 other Guatemalans.

Fast-forward to 3:30 PM. We had just finished lunch and just like that we were off to make house visits. As I stood and the bottom of an 80 degree incline hill I questioned our leader again just to make sure I heard him right, “the houses we need to go to are up there…?” Our leader was not mistaken. For about a mile we climbed, well I might as well make this fun!  And just like that we were off running up this hill, leaping from rock to rock. We stopped to catch our breath and waited for the others to catch up. This process repeated itself at least another five times.

We stopped at our first house and I found yet another thing to be thankful for: Morro (Blackberry) juice that the family gave us.

Up another hill to another house, running after Eder down the hill, over to another hill to see another family and yet again more races to the top, and then back down and over to the next hill. Up, over, down, up, over, up and then finally back down. Four hours of hiking/racing/praying/blessings; that was my afternoon.

The morning of finding thanksgiving was just a prelude to my night. “Well time to go to bed, wait I mean floor.” Yet again I had the opportunity to grow a seed of bitterness or of thanksgiving.

I found myself laying there counting my eucharisteo’s:

  • a soft pillow to rest my head
  • a warm blanketSophiassss
  • a roof over my head
  • going to bed with a full stomach, as others go hungry
  • a mosquito net
  • more hours to spend with the Lord
  • snores from the room next door
  • flashlights for Bible reading

For hours I laid there, I counted, I thanked until the sun rose over the hillside and a new day broke.