Top photo: the team
Middle: My husband on the job site
Son, Micah, shirtless on the roof of the house they built
The team is home with great stories of the people they met and the adventures they had in Belize on their missions trip. I am back to myself, now that the best part of me is back with the rest of me. I can’t explain how, after 39 years of marriage, it still feels like an amputation to have my husband gone. I’m always having phantom pains and looking for what I’m missing.
They met a 15-year old young man who was attracted to the job site, hoping to have some work thrown his way. He is the man of his household. His mother is ill with a serious disease, so serious that she refuses to even tell her son what it is. Manuel has younger siblings too. He rides a bicycle in pursuit of whatever jobs he can dig up to keep food on the table. He had to leave school.
Manuel, when asked if he was a Christian, said no, repeatedly. During the ten days our team was in Belize on the building project, they took him under their wings, finding jobs for him to do to earn some (of their own) money; taking him to the store and paying for groceries for his family; and telling him about Jesus. On the last day of the trip, Pastor Loren, prompted by the Holy Spirit, asked him once again about accepting Jesus’ sacrifice and forgiveness. He said yes. And when he said good-bye the tears flowed down all their faces.
I’m amazed at the love of God. I wasn’t on this trip so all of my impressions are third-hand. But it is just like our wonderful Father to send this team of Kansas people to Belize just to meet Manuel. Of course the building project, the school and hospital visits, the VBS program all were the overt goals. But how our God loves the individual. How He loves to go looking for one sheep.