One highlight from November is that Señora Cirila, a relative of Esmeralda, began attending regularly. She has been faithful ever since. You’ll hear more about her later, but I would like to say that Cirila is an older Quechua lady who has never learned to read. She recently repented of her sins and has asked for instruction for baptism. It is slow going to teach an older person who cannot read, but we are doing what we can.
The biggest event in November was our trip to Huaral. This felt like our last chance before we move from Peru, so we were all excited for the opportunity. As always, we were blessed with the fellowship. It feels like eating at a banquet when we’re surrounded by such good brotherhood. We visited many people and even had the pleasure of sharing a Thanksgiving meal with several familes. That was fun.
One sad thing that happened in Huaral (that was kind of exciting) was that Brent cut his leg. I had brought one of our extra coffee pots as a gift for them, but some anonymous person (Cough… Belinda… Cough…) had once upon a time set it on a hot stove eye and melted a portion of the base. Brent was trying to hack off a piece of offending melted material with a utility knife, when the knife slipped and plunged into his leg. I was horrified. I never knew coffee could be so dangerous! (Granted, it wasn’t truly any coffee’s fault. No offence meant.) I had the fun of carting Brent to a clinic and helping see him stitched up, so it wasn’t all bad.
Juan David 