~AM
We want to hand out the Tracts today. We head out early to the center of town where there are a large number of people. It takes us only a short while to pass out a thousand or more tracts. Taxi drivers stop to accept them out of their windows. People on motorcycles turn around. Nothing is free in the city, except today. The Gospel is free to all who accept it!
It is hot. Always so hot. I miss my family. I miss my church.
~PM
The children at the property have so few chances to escape their routine. Life at the home is very routine. It is better than what they would have on the streets, and the Ritchie’s do all they can, but sometimes it isn’t much. Chris and I conspire to bring the children to the beach. A rare treat for them. Pastor Carlos agrees to guide us. I enjoy riding with him and another pastor, Mark Antonio. They ask me questions about the ministry. I’m blessed to try to help. His problems seem familiar. People are people wherever you go.
We make it to the water in time to see the sunset. It is beautiful, mountains from Nicarauga and El Salvador rise on eiter side of the gulf. Volcanoes are in plain sight. Lava plumes float ashore. Andrea, our school’s science teacher, collects the lava rocks and gives me a few for my children as souvenirs. She tells me to dip them in bleach to sterilize them before my kids handle them, and she explains that these rocks float. Andrea is a blessing, always. My children will love to play with them. The water is warm. I am told the Japanese Tsunami killed 15 at this spot just a short month earlier. Today, it is calm, pristine, perfect.
The children laugh and play in the water like I’ve never seen them.
