Tuesday, January 23, 2007
One of the things that keeps Andrew and I both here is the youth ministry. The city of Granada has over 70.000 students, more if you include the thousands that flock here for language school. Right now, Campus Crusade and Intervarsity have a limited reach, and so the rest is left to the little Baptist church.
Many of our members have been perturbed in the past that they can't find seats on Sunday morning because of all the students! However, we along with the pastor and wife, have explained that this is part of the ministry here in Granada.
Saturday night, we had about 20 students for youth group, and we showed them the movie, The End of Spear. If you all have missed out on this, please go find a copy and watch it this week.
Since it was in English with Spanish subtitles, I wasn't sure how things would go, but the kids were instantly sucked in. I heard sniffles, and reactions throughout the movie, and at the end, they were visably moved. Finally, four Brazillian guys have been attending youth group for about 3 months now, since a hiking trip we took back in November. After the movie on Sat. evening, they came to church on Sunday morning. I don't know where they are spiritually, but it was exciting to see them come.
God is moving here in Granada, slowly but surely. There are days that are so thrilling, like Sat. that I can't hardly believe it. Come, join us, we need more people. Consider this your Macedonia Call.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
This whole Christmas season really started when Andrew and I went to the biggest theater in town to hear our church choir sing a Christmas Cantanta. Somehow doors were opened, and the mayor’s office of
We went to the concert with a couple of friends, one of them named Pablo. Pablo is from
A few days later was Christmas Eve or Nochebuena (Good night) in Spanish. We had a big party at my aunt’s house, with leg of lamb, roast piglet!, and shrimp. Pablo was there with his girlfriend and her three sons. We all had a great time and laughed until our sides hurt.
The day after Christmas, Andrew, my aunt Deb, my cousins Sam and Jonathan, and I all went up the mountainside to see Pablo and Elke again. We had a great time seeing their horse farm, and having a nice turkey dinner with a great big roaring fire.
Finally, on New Years Eve, Pablo and Elke came to the church, the first time Pablo came, to have dinner with us all. They didn’t stay all night, but they did stay to hear the testimonies and prayers. He was visibly moved.
Evanglism isn’t like a nuclear bomb where you flip the switch and pray something happens. Rather, its like the parable Jesus told of yeast. Yeast takes a while to work, its not instant. But eventually it permeates the dough, and the bread rises. Andrew and I are praying for Pablo, that he will see us as people who love Jesus and love each other. This is evangelism.