It's hard to write about El Sembrador. I don't want to make this blog just a list of things that happen, but so much happens here! When we first considered coming to El Sembrador for the first time, our friends told us "We can't tell you. You have to be there yourself." The more we are here, the more this rings true. As difficult as it is to describe the atmosphere here, it is nearly impossible to describe my feelings about it. I am so passionate about this ministry and the boys here that I can't do them justice with words.
I don't want to blog a list of events, but I know everyone wants to know what it's like to live here. Just know that these experiences are just the beginning of life at Escuela El Sembrador. To get the full picture, you just have to be here.
This weekend, most of the missionaries went into Tegucigalpa leaving us as the lone Americans on campus. Last night, we were surprised by a few of the Bible School students at our door. These students are in school for ministry and are usually in their 20s. They asked if they could use our electrcity and showed us a long extension cord. They tried to tell us what they were doing, but we didn't understand. About an hour later, they were back with a bag of groceries they asked us to put in the house for later. Well, I had to sneak a little peek! It was several bags of marshmallows. By supper time it was clear that we were hosting a large bonfire in our front yard! The extension cord was to power a microphone and a large collection of wood suddenly appeared in the yard. We're learning that this kind of spontaneous activity is just the typical day at El Sembrador. Someone brought a guitar, so we all sang songs...one of which required us all to join hands and make a circle, then skip around in the circle. We still don't really know why, but the boys seemed to love it. Then we played a game similar to hot potato. The difference was that the potato was made of paper and the one stuck with it when the music stopped had to open the paper and answer a question on it. Wouldn't you know that PK was the first one stuck with the potato! Lucky for him, I was able to translate the question and he apparently gave the correct answer. At least, I think he did, because everyone clapped. But Hondurans are known for being very polite, so I guess we'll never know.
I know it may sound like a typical impromptu campfire for over 100 people, but you just had to be there.