Well - as Greg said we made it back safely Monday evening. I wanted to write earlier to give some details of my experience on the trip. A stomach souvenier has made that, as well as getting back into work, quite difficult. I haven’t been awake past 8:00pm since we’ve been back. Thankfully, I am feeling better today and work has been good all week.
I can speak for everyone and say it was a great experience. Some of us had the opportunity to join Ignacio Sanchez in his prison ministry. He is a former gang member who now preaches and lives the gospel to these imprisoned gang members. The fruits of his ministry are awesome. See his website for some pictures. (Click on the pictures to enlarge.)
I can’t explain the feeling of walking into this maximum-security (third world) prison. We walked down these beat up steps with the smell of sewer all around us, we went through 3 heavily locked gates into a large room where the guards won’t even go, and started shaking hands with the inmates. These are guys covered in tattoos (faces and everything). They definitely look intimidating but I could quickly sense that they were happy to see us. Because of the respect that they had for Ignacio - they treated us with respect. Even with the language barrier, they would just come up and stand next to us. I could see it in their eyes that they were happy that we were there. They had a lot of questions for us. It was amazing being there.
The main focus of the week was to put on a VBS for the kids at Casita Benjamin. This is a day care / education facility for kids whose parents work as scavengers in the city dump. Kids are now not allowed in the dump so facilities have been set up (by churches, gov’t, non-profits) to provide a way out for the kids. We hung out with these beautiful kids in the mornings and did work projects around the building in the afternoon. These kids were a blessing to us all. Joel Van Dyke brought us all to an overlook of the dump to try to gain some perspective on what we were dealing with. It is beyond description - a nightmare, or hell - is as close as I can come. The dump is in the middle of the city, it is huge (they are filling up a huge ravine with garbage). It is maybe a mile long, a quarter mile wide, and a couple hundred feet deep. They are just going downstream filling it up. The overlook was in a cemetery, which used to not be by the dump but now is as they have worked their way downstream. So we stood in this cemetery with hundreds of vulture sitting on gravestones and hundreds more flying above us, cockroaches kept crawling up our legs, the stench was horrible, there was a dead tree in the foreground with vultures filling the branches, in the distance was the movement of garbage trucks (back and forth - back and forth) and people swinging from the bed as they dumped their garbage, then the people would start sifting through the piles looking for plastic, cardboard, or metal that could be recycled. On a really good day they can make $5. It was a site I have never witnessed. Unbelievable - emotional. The question WHY? screamed through my head.
Some of us also spent an evening with street kids - we connected with Italo who spends some time with them (sings with them, lets them tell their story, and really just loves them). These are kids (b/w 12-17 yrs old) who live on the street, beg or steal for money, and sniff shoe glue to escape their reality. They frequently get beat up by the police. We sat with them on a dirty Guatemala City street, after dark, gave them sandwiches, and let them tell us their stories as they sniffed shoe glue. They smiled through hazy far-off eyes and thanked us over and over - they were just happy that people would listen to them. We then walked back to our gated, secured, rooms and left them to find a place to lay their heads for the night. Also quite emotional.
There are many more stories. I am still trying to process them. The entire experience slaps across the face of our comfortable lives. It demands a new perspective. We visited with modern day Mother Theresa’s - Italo, Ignacio, Tita, Fausto, Joel. They are the best examples of people who are doing Kingdom work, showing Jesus’ love to the least of these that I have ever met.
Gautemala is a beautiful country.
Dios te bendiga,
Dave