Today our half of the team served at a medical clinic we set up at another church only 30 minutes away from the ministry center. Sunshine, Garrett, Gavin (Garrett\'s friend traveling with us), and I were together, but Becca went with the other half of the team to serve again at Maná de Vida. She really loves working with the kids and was glad for her extra day at the school.
The church was located down a narrow alley at the bottom of a moderately steep hill. This church was cinderblock and consisted of a worship area and a bathroom. The bathroom was attached to the church but located outside and did not have running water. As the first user I was surprised to walk through a large spider web when I entered - yikes! I later realized the two buckets full of discolored water placed outside the door were to provide water for flushing (I had wondered if I was supposed to wash my hands in them, so I\'m glad I didn\'t). Later in the day my teammate Darrin pointed out that the long, thin ditch that came out from under the bathroom area and wound through the visiting area outside the church was the means by which the bathroom waste ran down the hill. I really didn\'t like that the small bathroom locked from both the inside and the outside, but I overcame my claustraphobia when I needed to use it.
Sunshine worked in the pharmacy and dispensed medications for the patients, and Garrett and Gavin spent most of their time in the counseling stations where they prayed and shared their testimonies with patients who were awaiting medicine from the pharmacy. Since everyone gets at least vitamins (many Guatemalans are malnourished), everyone had a \"prescription\" to wait for. I did triage today, which I found very enjoyable. I got to interact with every patient who came in with the help of a translator. I took blood pressure, measured blood oxygen level, and heartbeat using a machine. I also took everyone\'s temperature and weighed the children. I recorded all of this on a notepad, plus their name, age, and primary reason for coming to the clinic. This helped the doctors see the patients more efficiently.
This church did not have any kitchen facilities so they could not provide our lunch, but they had hot coffee and a special kind of long cookie for us. The cookie was meant to be dunked in the coffee. I\'m not much of a dunker, but one of the translators advised me to put the cookie in the coffee \"for a count of 10\" and then eat it. Wow, it was delicious! What a sweet blessing for our team. We simply brought cold cuts and peanut butter, etc. from the ministry center for our lunch.
We have been having team time each night and today we each shared our highlight so far from the week. Mine was a small moment but it felt spiritually significant. I had been thinking about the earthquake we experienced when we were here last summer, and was reminded of a Bible passage. In the story it said that there was an earthquake, but God was not in the earthquake. Then there was a storm, but God was not in the storm. God came in a still, small voice. Shortly after I thought of that Bible story (forgive me if I have erred in my retelling from memory) Dr. Hermann Alb played a song in our devotianal time called, \"Whisper.\" The song spoke of God whispering in our ear. In the busyness of life I sometimes forget to pause and listen, and it was a great reminder for me to spend time in quiet listening to God, as well as to recommit to a habit of praying and planned Bible reading.
Our team blog for Day 5, by Ty Bryant:
Psalm 34:8 says, “Taste and see that the Lord is good, blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.” I’ve always loved that verse because of the senses it provokes. When you taste something so good you can’t get away from it, you keep coming back to said item again and again. Jesus is like that to those of us who have run headlong into His love and grace. We have tasted, and we can’t get enough of Him. I’m in Guatemala this week with my 12-year-old son and a team of amazing individuals, and I dare say all of us in some way or another have tasted once again how amazing, how compassionate, how longstanding and patient, and how gracious is our Lord Jesus. I know I sure have. From the young woman who brought her young toddler daughter into the medical clinic who was pregnant with her second child to the senior adult male who shared the brokenness he has experienced in the last 11 or 12 years via a failed marriage and accusations by his family that he said are untrue. I was and am reminded that we are all the same. We are all on a journey, and this journey has no guarantees except that “in this world we will have troubles,” but it doesn’t stop there. It says to those who taste and trust in the One who is I Am…who brings us from death to life…who gave his own life to take our place in judgment…for those of us who taste that grace there is the second half of that verse. Yes, there will be troubles along life’s road, some so hard that we feel we might break under their burden, but the promise for those of us who belong to him says, “…but be of good cheer for I (Jesus) have overcome the world.”
That is what I was able to share with the young mom who felt hopeless and lost. She shared and I shared. Different paths, but the same need. We both need to taste the goodness of Jesus. After hearing her story and sharing some of mine, this young mom chose to pray and received Christ right there in the middle of make shift medical clinic set up in the church of a poor village…because Jesus is there. The old gray-haired man, who came in with pain in his shoulder and back, who was probably close to 70, shared his heartbreak, but how Jesus had met him in the middle of that heartbreak years earlier, and how he is now a leader in the church in spite of his broken home and strained family relationships. He had tasted and continues to taste the goodness of the Savior, and we were able to pray for Jesus to heal him not only of his physical ailments, but of his emotional and relational scars. Who knows how the lives of these individuals and their families will turn out, but I know sitting in a hot, dusty room in the middle of country in Guatemala, we were all able to taste together the goodness of the Lord and we are better for it.