Dear friends and family,
Two weeks ago I was hiking up a large, dirt hill deep into
the community of “La Primavera” on the outskirts of my sector. We walked
passed papaya tree after banana tree in this tropical paradise. We passed lots
of cinder block houses and two dirt soccer fields with rusty goals. Many
families build simple benches out here to put in front of their houses under
shades built with wooden beams and sheet metal. We hike past those too and the
people sitting on them. We were hiking with a purpose - to visit a family that
hasn’t been at church for a few weeks. I had never before been so far back into
La Primavera and it seems we arrived right at the perfect time to
witness a scene that encompasses what I want to say about Mission Miracle #5:
gratitude.
At the top of the large, steep hill, the cinder block houses gradually
give way to huts constructed with little more than bamboo, plywood and sheet
metal. Back here, the huts do not have running water and many don’t have
electricity. Since water is essential for living, the people who live here have
large tanks or big oil drums along the side of their house in order to store
water. The tanks are dirty and stained a stale yellow from the sun but they
hold life for the people. These are the poorest.
A water truck comes once a week from the city, travels up
the long, steep hill and fills the storage containers at these houses. The
trucks have the markings of the local water company but I believe their efforts
are subsidized by the government or something. Truthfully I don’t know. But what I do know is that the day of the week
when the water truck comes can be very stressful. Everyone was outside watching
the truck climb the hill and they were all very intense. I asked what was
happening and a stranger explained that the previous week the truck couldn’t
make it up the hill because the road was muddy from a few rainstorms the days
before. Water was low in the tanks and the families were worried.
As I watched the truck creeping up the hill, the motor was
groaning and the tires struggled to grip the pebbles and dust. The
truck climbed slowly, then more slowly, and finally could advance no further and stopped.
“Oh no, it can’t be!” The water was simply too heavy for the truck to continue
advancing to the parts where it was needed most. The driver and his sidekick
got out, evaluated the situation, looked around with expressions of reservation, and then opened the valve. The water rushed out of the truck and down the hill, quickly turning
the dust and dirt into a soupy, orange sludge. It is an image I will never
forget. Nor will I ever forget the sounds of crying, abandoned babies, left alone in front yards or just inside homes,
their mothers' attention more focused on securing water for their homes. So
many were crying.
Try to imagine the lives and thoughts of these people. What would it
be like to watch the water you so desperately need, escaping away, and running
down the hill? How much water would the men have to release to be able to continue
the climb? And would there be enough left for everyone in the home? Will there
be enough to drink? To cook? To wash clothes or clean? And if there is not, how
much will it cost in money and effort to bring drinking water to the family
until the truck comes again next week?
Back home in the US, I imagine it’s rare for any of us to ever be reduced to this level of “survival”. We live so, so well. I know I’ve never had to ever worry or ask myself these types of questions. Our country is so great and so advanced and so many of us don’t even know it.
Back home in the US, I imagine it’s rare for any of us to ever be reduced to this level of “survival”. We live so, so well. I know I’ve never had to ever worry or ask myself these types of questions. Our country is so great and so advanced and so many of us don’t even know it.
Miracle #5 for me is that I’ve been deeply impacted here and
feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for everything we have back home. A gratitude I didn't fully feel before. I
will forever be thankful for being me and for having grown up in such a
wonderful place as San Diego and in such wonderful conditions. Treasure every
blessing we have. Be thankful. Our lives are amazing.
Love - EE
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