Saturday we “slept in” til 7:30, had breakfast and got ready to go into town. We got down there the earliest yet, by like 9:30 and did our market and supermarket shopping. LB and I bought some more rugs for our room. We spent some time at Guancascos; I was so happy to have MY computer back and be able to use it to check MY email and have MY things on it….it was great! Afterwards I was craving ice cream so we had our mototaxi guy stop by this place we knew sold good ice cream, but of course, it was closed! I was so sad; he took us down this other street to a place that sold licuados, so I settled for that instead. It was sweet of our driver to find another place for us and it was a good licuado-pineapple with milk. Licuados with milk are kinda like smoothies; they’re basically blended fruit and then you choose either milk or water. I like milk because it’s more like a smoothie, but the water ones are good, too. So we headed up the mountain and spent the rest of the day relaxing at the house: grading, planning, napping, eating. Pretty lazy day.
Sunday was much of the same. Sarah made pancakes for breakfast with bananas and granola…so good. J I did some of my own laundry on the pila again, spent some good time with God, which I really needed. It’s really easy here to just go to school everyday and not spend enough time with God to make it through each day. I’ve been slacking in that and I can feel it in my spirit and so this weekend of relaxing and having time is what I needed. We went to church at 7pm and it just amazes me every time that no matter where you are, if there are people gathered in the name of Jesus and they love him, He is there. There were about 20 people there, most of them our neighbors and we sang songs, prayed, shared some of the Word, and had a message. It was just so simple, but there was such simple and profound joy felt in that room. It really refreshed my spirit to sing and have a message and just be with other believers; even in this small mountain church.
I realized something else. It seems to me that often the Hispanic/Latino culture talks about “el Corazon” or the heart; I swear I hear that word in every song: love songs, worship songs, old songs, new songs. But that’s because the heart is so central to one’s life; it is the center of and source of all things, especially passion and fulfillment. Relating to my faith, the heart is the wellspring of life; I think often in churches in the US we don’t acknowledge the depth and importance of the heart in our lives as human beings and in our spirits as Christians. I just think it’s something we can learn from our Latino brothers and sisters to not be afraid to put our ‘corazon’ into everything: our faith, our life, and to not be afraid to express or explore what is there since it is the center of all things. Just my deep thought for the day :-)
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