Yesterday, Monday, we went back to the school we painted on Saturday. They were so excited to see us. I met one of the little boys I had made friends with last year. As soon as he saw me, he ran and gave me a huge hug. I remembered him as well and hoped I would see him again whether he remembered me or not. Last year, all we did together was play a patty cake type game. So, the first thing we did together was play again. I played that game sooo much with him and others today that I burst a blood vessel in my finger.
Through this, I learned that simple acts of love can make such a significant impact on the lives of these children.
We did our 2 dramas then split up into the classrooms. My partner and I were in the 5th grade classroom. He has some Spanish and I have 4 years of Latin. So communicating was not easy especially since they were young as well. We told them about ourselves, our families, and a myriad of our favorite things. We worked on teaching English by having them tell us about their families and favorite things. We had some flashcards with English/Spanish verbs that we acted out. We sang head, shoulders, knees, and toes. We had a lot of fun, but I'm not sure if I have ever done anything as hard in my life. However, my Spanish vocabulary is rapidly growing.
After we all finished in the classrooms, the older kids went to the park to play while the younger kids stayed to watch our puppet performance. We have not practiced our puppets in a very long time. Also the script is recorded in Spanish. So we have to learn the timing of the recording and figure out what is being said. That performance of puppets was the worst attempt I have ever seen. We hardly fit behind our sheet, we couldn't hear the recording, and everyone missed their cues. But when we were finished the kids went up to the principal and told her how much they loved the puppets. By God alone could we have done what we did. Then it was time for the children to go home so they fed us lunch again.
We went with the mission to show love to the school, but every time we turned around they were loving us.
For the afternoon, we had plans to tour the Museum of Gold, do some shopping, and ride a cable car to the top of the mountain. However, the Museum of Gold was closed, so we had extra time for shopping. Then we rode to the top of the mountain where it started raining. We decided to call our buses early, eat dinner, and be back to the church with time for some basketball and worship band practice. Then, in the crazy Bogota traffic, our huge bus was almost cut off by a small car resulting in a small fender bender. We proceeded to sit on our bus for 2 hours, first waiting for the traffic police, then a second bus to take us away. We eventually made it to Crepes and Waffles, one of our favorite places to eat. We came home, read the letters from our TCS 6th grade prayer partners, and made it to bed by 1:30am.
A couple of prayer requests: we are leading a service tonight at a local church. Pray for our worship team that has not had adequate time to practice. We most likely will perform our dramas and two of our students will give a message. I am feeling a little under the weather. Don't forget to check out our Facebook fan page, "TCS loves Bogota." Feel free to leave comments. I'd love to hear from my supporters. Thanks, Elisabeth
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday
Sorry I missed the last two days. We were super busy. We went to Sunday church at Avivamiento, the largest church in South America. In our service alone, there were 20,000 people. Over the weekend, 70,000 people were in attendance. Needless to say, it was slightly overwhelming.
This church holds nothing back. There is a lot of yelling, jumping, and enthusiasm. We arrived for the last half hour of the first service and they sat us in the balcony so we got to ease into the environment. When the first service was over, they moved us to the very front. The service started with worship led by a couple of leaders and the 200+ choir. The music was nothing I had heard before and it had no English translation, so I only understood what I could attempt to translate. They had a short children's part with what sounded like kid songs and more dancing than before. Then the pastor entered to the Rocky theme song (we later found out he meant it to be to the glory of God). He then began the healing part of the service (yes, it's included in EACH service). The pastor went around praying for people as he felt led, slaying many in the spirit. Those healed were brought on stage to have it confirmed by a physician. They perform x-rays and blood tests on the spot in order to uphold the church's reputation. After the healing service, the head pastor's son came to lead a salvation prayer. In our discussion of the service afterwards, someone mentioned how significant the order was because the people saw firsthand the power of God, then were given the chance to accept Him.
The pastor returned again to give the message on 1 Samuel 16. We had a limited amount of translator headsets and a couple of Aviva workers sat to translate for us. I caught bits and pieces of the message but not a whole lot. The gist was heaven is open to those with a pure heart. At this point the pastor had an alter call having something to do with his message.
We were then called on stage along with smaller mission group from Argentina. The pastor laid hands in each of us as we were slain in the Spirit. After we literally picked ourselves off the ground, we pulled ourselves together, preparing to leave. However, the pastor came back through and spoke a prophetic word over most us. The service as a whole lasted almost 3 hours. It began pouring rain so we had a long wait for our bus. By the time we got out of 10:30am service, got our bus, and drove through Sunday traffic, we had lunch around 3 at a great burger place in the mall. We wandered around the mall, found a hackysack, and bought a delicious cup of Juan Valdez (Colombian Starbucks).
Then we returned to our housing area to await the arrival of our last three team members and Mickey D's for a late dinner. This ends Sunday.
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This church holds nothing back. There is a lot of yelling, jumping, and enthusiasm. We arrived for the last half hour of the first service and they sat us in the balcony so we got to ease into the environment. When the first service was over, they moved us to the very front. The service started with worship led by a couple of leaders and the 200+ choir. The music was nothing I had heard before and it had no English translation, so I only understood what I could attempt to translate. They had a short children's part with what sounded like kid songs and more dancing than before. Then the pastor entered to the Rocky theme song (we later found out he meant it to be to the glory of God). He then began the healing part of the service (yes, it's included in EACH service). The pastor went around praying for people as he felt led, slaying many in the spirit. Those healed were brought on stage to have it confirmed by a physician. They perform x-rays and blood tests on the spot in order to uphold the church's reputation. After the healing service, the head pastor's son came to lead a salvation prayer. In our discussion of the service afterwards, someone mentioned how significant the order was because the people saw firsthand the power of God, then were given the chance to accept Him.
The pastor returned again to give the message on 1 Samuel 16. We had a limited amount of translator headsets and a couple of Aviva workers sat to translate for us. I caught bits and pieces of the message but not a whole lot. The gist was heaven is open to those with a pure heart. At this point the pastor had an alter call having something to do with his message.
We were then called on stage along with smaller mission group from Argentina. The pastor laid hands in each of us as we were slain in the Spirit. After we literally picked ourselves off the ground, we pulled ourselves together, preparing to leave. However, the pastor came back through and spoke a prophetic word over most us. The service as a whole lasted almost 3 hours. It began pouring rain so we had a long wait for our bus. By the time we got out of 10:30am service, got our bus, and drove through Sunday traffic, we had lunch around 3 at a great burger place in the mall. We wandered around the mall, found a hackysack, and bought a delicious cup of Juan Valdez (Colombian Starbucks).
Then we returned to our housing area to await the arrival of our last three team members and Mickey D's for a late dinner. This ends Sunday.
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