I was reading James 1:2-4 verse 4 says let Patience have her perfect work so that you may be mature and complete not lacking anything I want to be a sage when I am older but I lack much and I think God wants to make me lack nothing this helped change me and my heart. I started praying that God would give me joy in this place. even though the struggles of the flesh are hard. my flesh wants flowery beds of ease not mold and hardships and to be away from my friends and family. but the songs says while other fight to win the cause and sail through bloody seas. Lord help me have a vision for the lost here.
Sarah
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
2 more open doors of opportunity!
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Miguel is 2nd from the left...shorty!!
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“Continue earnestly in prayer, being vigilant in it with thanksgiving; meanwhile praying also for us, that God would open to us a door for the word, to speak the mystery of Christ, for which I am also in chains, that I make it manifest, as I ought to speak.” Colossians 4:2-4
Hello my friends,
I hope all of you read one of my last emails about the faithfulness of our Lord to open that door for me to speak to Miguel for 3 hours the first day and 2 hours the second day concerning the things of the Lord. I titled that email “Can you believe this” so I decided to give this email the title of “Can you believe this…part 2 and 3” because the Lord opened up 2 more doors for Sarita and I to walk through and share the wonders of Christ with 2 more families. I have shared the gospel with a few people so far but it has just been a very quick and not very good presentation of the goodness of God…you know, that language thing is a barrier some times. But this time our God, who is faithful and true, put more Spanish words into my mouth than every before so our conversations were pretty good and I am sure that they understood me.
The first door (part 2) was opened last week when my friend Juan, the drunk man that showed up at our door (two days in a row) a month ago. He is the man that showed up after we came home from church one Sunday and I was able to read the word of God to him and talk with him for about 2 hours that day. Then he showed up the next day, drunk again, and I talked and read with him for another hour. But last week he showed up sober and brought Sarita a little gift and invited us to his house. We accepted the invitation and went to his house 2 days later. The first hour we simply talked with him, his wife Maria and children about general things and just got to know the family. They told us that they were Catholic but did not really attend church or do all the things that strong Catholics did.
We also talked about how Sarita and I could help him and his family make a better living…He and Maria have 12 children, 7 of which still live at home. They live in a wooden house with one large room probably measuring 20feet by 40feet and a dirt floor. Gabby, their oldest that lives at home, has worked at a bread shop for the past year; 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. They would like it if she would not have to work so much as she is really beginning to be tired a lot…imagine that…I mean anyone would be tired, much less a 16 year old. Sarita and I brought up the idea of a sewing machine and they seemed very interested in this. There is much that needs to be done before Gabby would be able to produce an end product suitable for sale, but at least we are moving in that direction. Before we left home, my uncle gave us a sewing machine, so at least this little venture won’t cost too much to get off the ground. Please pray for wisdom in this area.
The second hour I was able to talk to him, with his wife intently listening in from a little ways away, about God’s word. During our discussion he asked me if I would teach him the bible, to which I said yes of course. He was proud to pull out a plastic sack with three bibles in it…all three were New Testament and Psalms Gideon Bibles (praise the Lord for those Gideons!) but of course, as I already knew, he knows very little of the bible. Since he was sober this time, I took advantage of the time and asked him why it was that he says he believes God’s word and is a good man of God, but showed up to my door two days in a row drunk. He responded by telling me that the demons in his head talk to him a lot and they talk him into doing bad things. I told him many things, but I made sure that I told him that this was contrary to God’s word and was sin and that God was not pleased with people that do things contrary to His word (Psalm 7:11 “God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.”) Please pray with us, that God would allow Juan and I to sit down when he is sober so that he can hear the full gospel story and that he may be convicted of his sin and, in repentance, turn to the Lord Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
The second door (part 3) was opened up when we received an invitation from our neighbors to go into Comitan to do a little shopping. We accepted and left a few hours later. During the hour drive into Comitan, we talked about how God had moved in Sarita’s and my life and the events that led up to us getting married and coming to Mexico for mission work. But on the return trip (which took about an 1 ½ because it started raining…of course it started raining, as it seems to do all the time here right now during rainy season) I was able to talk with the father Rojelio, with his wife Bettye and son Royo and daughter Anna listening in. This family is Catholic as well, but unlike Juan, Rojelio knew much about the bible…at least the story of Christ and His death upon the cross. As we talked, I saw that Rojelio did not understand the good news of the gospel as was evident when I asked him how he could receive forgiveness for his sins and he said that he had to believe in Jesus Christ, stop being a sinner and do the good works that God says in the bible to receive pardon from God. I told him he was close but still did not fully understand what the bible says concerning salvation.
We returned home and I wanted to talk with him just a few more minutes so he and his wife came into our house to talk a little more. I told him that he had some very good answers to my questions concerning God and the Lord Jesus but that he was missing one very important ingredient to the plan of salvation that God speaks of in His holy word, so he asked me to tell him what he was missing. I told him that yes he needed to believe in Christ but, try as he might, he would never be able to stop being a sinner, for Jesus says that even the littlest thought in your mind that is contrary to God’s word is sin…not just the actual doing of the sin. I also told him that the bible says that he could never do enough good things in his lifetime to make up for the sins that he has committed already and will commit in the future. I explained to him that the bible makes it very clear that going to heaven requires a man to see his sin, see his need of a Savior to pardon, confess and repent of his sin and place his faith in the Lord Jesus as his personal Savior. Of course I said much more but I will not write our entire 2 hour conversation here…you can thank me all later J. Please pray with us that this family will come to know the Lord Jesus as their personal Savior and that they would see the beauty of Christ and find Him delightful and sufficient for all of their needs.
Now the God of peace be with you all,
Lance and Sarita
“Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him!”
The first door (part 2) was opened last week when my friend Juan, the drunk man that showed up at our door (two days in a row) a month ago. He is the man that showed up after we came home from church one Sunday and I was able to read the word of God to him and talk with him for about 2 hours that day. Then he showed up the next day, drunk again, and I talked and read with him for another hour. But last week he showed up sober and brought Sarita a little gift and invited us to his house. We accepted the invitation and went to his house 2 days later. The first hour we simply talked with him, his wife Maria and children about general things and just got to know the family. They told us that they were Catholic but did not really attend church or do all the things that strong Catholics did.
We also talked about how Sarita and I could help him and his family make a better living…He and Maria have 12 children, 7 of which still live at home. They live in a wooden house with one large room probably measuring 20feet by 40feet and a dirt floor. Gabby, their oldest that lives at home, has worked at a bread shop for the past year; 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. They would like it if she would not have to work so much as she is really beginning to be tired a lot…imagine that…I mean anyone would be tired, much less a 16 year old. Sarita and I brought up the idea of a sewing machine and they seemed very interested in this. There is much that needs to be done before Gabby would be able to produce an end product suitable for sale, but at least we are moving in that direction. Before we left home, my uncle gave us a sewing machine, so at least this little venture won’t cost too much to get off the ground. Please pray for wisdom in this area.
The second hour I was able to talk to him, with his wife intently listening in from a little ways away, about God’s word. During our discussion he asked me if I would teach him the bible, to which I said yes of course. He was proud to pull out a plastic sack with three bibles in it…all three were New Testament and Psalms Gideon Bibles (praise the Lord for those Gideons!) but of course, as I already knew, he knows very little of the bible. Since he was sober this time, I took advantage of the time and asked him why it was that he says he believes God’s word and is a good man of God, but showed up to my door two days in a row drunk. He responded by telling me that the demons in his head talk to him a lot and they talk him into doing bad things. I told him many things, but I made sure that I told him that this was contrary to God’s word and was sin and that God was not pleased with people that do things contrary to His word (Psalm 7:11 “God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.”) Please pray with us, that God would allow Juan and I to sit down when he is sober so that he can hear the full gospel story and that he may be convicted of his sin and, in repentance, turn to the Lord Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
The second door (part 3) was opened up when we received an invitation from our neighbors to go into Comitan to do a little shopping. We accepted and left a few hours later. During the hour drive into Comitan, we talked about how God had moved in Sarita’s and my life and the events that led up to us getting married and coming to Mexico for mission work. But on the return trip (which took about an 1 ½ because it started raining…of course it started raining, as it seems to do all the time here right now during rainy season) I was able to talk with the father Rojelio, with his wife Bettye and son Royo and daughter Anna listening in. This family is Catholic as well, but unlike Juan, Rojelio knew much about the bible…at least the story of Christ and His death upon the cross. As we talked, I saw that Rojelio did not understand the good news of the gospel as was evident when I asked him how he could receive forgiveness for his sins and he said that he had to believe in Jesus Christ, stop being a sinner and do the good works that God says in the bible to receive pardon from God. I told him he was close but still did not fully understand what the bible says concerning salvation.
We returned home and I wanted to talk with him just a few more minutes so he and his wife came into our house to talk a little more. I told him that he had some very good answers to my questions concerning God and the Lord Jesus but that he was missing one very important ingredient to the plan of salvation that God speaks of in His holy word, so he asked me to tell him what he was missing. I told him that yes he needed to believe in Christ but, try as he might, he would never be able to stop being a sinner, for Jesus says that even the littlest thought in your mind that is contrary to God’s word is sin…not just the actual doing of the sin. I also told him that the bible says that he could never do enough good things in his lifetime to make up for the sins that he has committed already and will commit in the future. I explained to him that the bible makes it very clear that going to heaven requires a man to see his sin, see his need of a Savior to pardon, confess and repent of his sin and place his faith in the Lord Jesus as his personal Savior. Of course I said much more but I will not write our entire 2 hour conversation here…you can thank me all later J. Please pray with us that this family will come to know the Lord Jesus as their personal Savior and that they would see the beauty of Christ and find Him delightful and sufficient for all of their needs.
Now the God of peace be with you all,
Lance and Sarita
“Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him!”
Psalm 34:8
Miguel is 2nd from the left...shorty!! He actually isn't that short but is just leaning back a little on the wall...Rigoberto his brother is the one on the end standing by my...
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These are our neighbors...from left to right we have Anna, Royo,
Bettye, and Rohellio...and of course my lovely wife and yours truly...
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These three photos show my friend Juan and I outside of our house on those two days that he came by...
First two pics show us on the first day (Sunday) and the last pic is the very next day (Monday)when he came by...
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
On the move with the gospel
Hello my friends,
Two days ago, pastor C (my pastor), his son Carlitos (8 years old), one of our mutual friends Elias, and I drove about 2 ½ hours up into the mountains to spend some time with a dear friend of pastor C. We traveled to a small indigenous community up in the mountains of Chiappas, Mexico where a new Baptist church has been built. In the little “town” where the church is, there are only about 100 people but within about a 2 hours walk there are about 2,000 people. There are many people that attend this Baptist church (which is a fairly large structure for this area of Chiappas) but there are also many lost people in the area that need to hear the good news of the glorious gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.
We left Teopisca about noon on Wednesday and arrived there around 4:00pm after making a quick stop to meet up with Senor Vicinte, a deacon in the church, so that he could show us the way up to his community. There was a good welcoming party there to meet us when we arrived and we unloaded our gear into the church and then we went out and began visiting with the people. As it turns out, the men above 25 years old can speak Spanish and 1 or 2 other dialects but the women and children seemed to only be able to speak their own dialect. SO communication was a little difficult for us, especially for me since everyone was just speaking a hundred miles an hour and I was only getting about 60% of what the men where saying (although by the end of our short trip the men realized that I could understand much more if they just slowed down a little and spoke more clearly).
Wednesday night we sang some worship songs and then pastor C preached to probably about 70 or 80 people. The message was translated by Gregorio, the pastor of this church, into the dialect of the people and at the conclusion of the message, many people confessed their sins and prayed to the Lord for forgiveness. Please pray with me that these people have truly seen their need for a Savior to pardon them and free them from the sin that has kept them in bondage for all these years. And pray that they would be transformed more into the image of Christ day by day and that they would begin to hunger and thirst for the righteous that is found in the only true and living God of heaven and earth.
After the preaching of the word of God, we showed a movie about the life of Hudson Taylor, a missionary to China in the mid to late 1800’s. It was a great movie about the faith, dedication and perseverance of a servant of the Most High God that was used to bring the saving word of the Lord to many in China before it was “Big Red.” If this movie did nothing for anyone else in the room, I can definitely say with all truth that I was further encouraged and strengthened by what I saw and heard from the life of this faithful man of God, Hudson Taylor. What hardships this man encountered throughout his life as he sought to see men go from death to life, darkness to light, hopelessness to full of hope and misery to joy and peace. One of Hudson’s favorite passages (a passage that the Lord used to give him strength to continue fighting the good fight of faith) was John 15:5 which says, “I [Lord Jesus] am the vine, you [Christians] are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.” What a word of exhortation and encouragement to our lives today…whether we are missionaries to the uttermost parts of the world or a teenage student in school in the good ‘ole U.S.A. We must remember that we can do nothing in our own strength but rather, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
All in all we had a good, and I hope, profitable time with our brothers and sisters. We discussed with the pastor about maybe visiting this community on a more frequent basis so that we could do more bearing of one another’s burdens and share in each other’s joy. I think we have decided that maybe a bi-monthly trip would be best for everyone involved. I pray that this will be the case as I truly enjoyed my time with these people of another tribe and tongue.
BUT, one thing that I did not mention in my report above was what we encountered about an hour from this small community. The night before (Tuesday night) this area had very heavy rains, which caused many landslides and “hole sinks.” These rains also caused havoc with the roadways as you can see from some of the photos below. The biggest problem though was that it washed away the biggest bridge that we had to cross in our route up into the mountains. I remember the strange feeling I had when looking at where the bridge had once stood and thinking that just 15 hours before, there was a bridge here.
In order to get our gear across to the other side of the bridge and into the “taxis” on the other side to complete our journey, we had to carry all of our gear downstream about 300 yards where the river became more narrow. That morning, 4 large trees were cut down and laid across the river for a temporary bridge for transporting all the products that the people of this area took into San Cristobal and Tuxtla Gutierrez to sale in order to make a living. It wasn’t the safest of bridges as there was a vary thick layer of mud built up on the logs which were constantly being splashed with water and new fresh mud from the continual stream of people crossing to the other side.
But we made it across to the other side with no problems (including our return trip) and made our way back up the hill on the other side for another 300 yards to where our transportation awaited. I know I did this kind of stuff 10 – 15 years ago in the military but it has been a while since I did so…and besides I was in the Navy so it wasn’t like I did this everyday like those in the Army or Marines.
Take a look at the photos below and please pray for these people and the salvation of many.
With much affection,
Lance and Sarita
This verse came to mind as I saw the great struggle of these brothers and sisters as they live from day to day and also when I saw the movie of the life of Hudson Taylor:
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18
These 2 photos show what the heavy rains did to the roads while traveling up to this small community. As you can see from the first photo, there is really not much left of this road and i would think that in due time it would all fall apart.
These 2 phots show the where the bridge should have been.
These 4 pics show us carrying the gear those 300 yards to the temporary bridge where the trees were placed across a narrow part of the river. (don´t be fooled into thinking that i wasn´t carrying anything since i have nothing in my hands in the photo crossing the bridge...i got stuck with carrying the 55 pound speaker/amp...or should i say, i was a willing servant of the most high god and graciously volunteered to carry it) :)
These 2 pics show the ¨taxi¨that took us another hour or so up into the mountains. As you can see from the photo below, the roads got smaller and smaller as we traveled further up into the mountains.
3 photos of the new church that was recently constructed.
This first photo shows how many of the men still dress in this area He is the father of one of the deacons in the church. Most of the men that dress this way are older men as the younger men have stopped wearing their traditional dress and now where slacks and dress shirts or tee shirts. The other photos show the everyday tribal dress that the women wear. In one of the pics below i am playing a game of marbles with the kids...except they are so poor that we were playing with rocks...even in Teopisca where Sarita and I live the kids use actual marbles.
Pics of pastor C preaching and photos of the congregation. As you can see from the second photo, all the men sit on one side and the women on the other...Sarita and I don´t abide by this so every time we go to church in many parts of mexico (including where we live), Sarita is the only women sitting on the mens side.
NADA MAS !!!!
Two days ago, pastor C (my pastor), his son Carlitos (8 years old), one of our mutual friends Elias, and I drove about 2 ½ hours up into the mountains to spend some time with a dear friend of pastor C. We traveled to a small indigenous community up in the mountains of Chiappas, Mexico where a new Baptist church has been built. In the little “town” where the church is, there are only about 100 people but within about a 2 hours walk there are about 2,000 people. There are many people that attend this Baptist church (which is a fairly large structure for this area of Chiappas) but there are also many lost people in the area that need to hear the good news of the glorious gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.
We left Teopisca about noon on Wednesday and arrived there around 4:00pm after making a quick stop to meet up with Senor Vicinte, a deacon in the church, so that he could show us the way up to his community. There was a good welcoming party there to meet us when we arrived and we unloaded our gear into the church and then we went out and began visiting with the people. As it turns out, the men above 25 years old can speak Spanish and 1 or 2 other dialects but the women and children seemed to only be able to speak their own dialect. SO communication was a little difficult for us, especially for me since everyone was just speaking a hundred miles an hour and I was only getting about 60% of what the men where saying (although by the end of our short trip the men realized that I could understand much more if they just slowed down a little and spoke more clearly).
Wednesday night we sang some worship songs and then pastor C preached to probably about 70 or 80 people. The message was translated by Gregorio, the pastor of this church, into the dialect of the people and at the conclusion of the message, many people confessed their sins and prayed to the Lord for forgiveness. Please pray with me that these people have truly seen their need for a Savior to pardon them and free them from the sin that has kept them in bondage for all these years. And pray that they would be transformed more into the image of Christ day by day and that they would begin to hunger and thirst for the righteous that is found in the only true and living God of heaven and earth.
After the preaching of the word of God, we showed a movie about the life of Hudson Taylor, a missionary to China in the mid to late 1800’s. It was a great movie about the faith, dedication and perseverance of a servant of the Most High God that was used to bring the saving word of the Lord to many in China before it was “Big Red.” If this movie did nothing for anyone else in the room, I can definitely say with all truth that I was further encouraged and strengthened by what I saw and heard from the life of this faithful man of God, Hudson Taylor. What hardships this man encountered throughout his life as he sought to see men go from death to life, darkness to light, hopelessness to full of hope and misery to joy and peace. One of Hudson’s favorite passages (a passage that the Lord used to give him strength to continue fighting the good fight of faith) was John 15:5 which says, “I [Lord Jesus] am the vine, you [Christians] are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.” What a word of exhortation and encouragement to our lives today…whether we are missionaries to the uttermost parts of the world or a teenage student in school in the good ‘ole U.S.A. We must remember that we can do nothing in our own strength but rather, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
All in all we had a good, and I hope, profitable time with our brothers and sisters. We discussed with the pastor about maybe visiting this community on a more frequent basis so that we could do more bearing of one another’s burdens and share in each other’s joy. I think we have decided that maybe a bi-monthly trip would be best for everyone involved. I pray that this will be the case as I truly enjoyed my time with these people of another tribe and tongue.
BUT, one thing that I did not mention in my report above was what we encountered about an hour from this small community. The night before (Tuesday night) this area had very heavy rains, which caused many landslides and “hole sinks.” These rains also caused havoc with the roadways as you can see from some of the photos below. The biggest problem though was that it washed away the biggest bridge that we had to cross in our route up into the mountains. I remember the strange feeling I had when looking at where the bridge had once stood and thinking that just 15 hours before, there was a bridge here.
In order to get our gear across to the other side of the bridge and into the “taxis” on the other side to complete our journey, we had to carry all of our gear downstream about 300 yards where the river became more narrow. That morning, 4 large trees were cut down and laid across the river for a temporary bridge for transporting all the products that the people of this area took into San Cristobal and Tuxtla Gutierrez to sale in order to make a living. It wasn’t the safest of bridges as there was a vary thick layer of mud built up on the logs which were constantly being splashed with water and new fresh mud from the continual stream of people crossing to the other side.
But we made it across to the other side with no problems (including our return trip) and made our way back up the hill on the other side for another 300 yards to where our transportation awaited. I know I did this kind of stuff 10 – 15 years ago in the military but it has been a while since I did so…and besides I was in the Navy so it wasn’t like I did this everyday like those in the Army or Marines.
Take a look at the photos below and please pray for these people and the salvation of many.
With much affection,
Lance and Sarita
This verse came to mind as I saw the great struggle of these brothers and sisters as they live from day to day and also when I saw the movie of the life of Hudson Taylor:
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18
These 2 photos show what the heavy rains did to the roads while traveling up to this small community. As you can see from the first photo, there is really not much left of this road and i would think that in due time it would all fall apart.
These 2 phots show the where the bridge should have been.
These 4 pics show us carrying the gear those 300 yards to the temporary bridge where the trees were placed across a narrow part of the river. (don´t be fooled into thinking that i wasn´t carrying anything since i have nothing in my hands in the photo crossing the bridge...i got stuck with carrying the 55 pound speaker/amp...or should i say, i was a willing servant of the most high god and graciously volunteered to carry it) :)
These 2 pics show the ¨taxi¨that took us another hour or so up into the mountains. As you can see from the photo below, the roads got smaller and smaller as we traveled further up into the mountains.
3 photos of the new church that was recently constructed.
This first photo shows how many of the men still dress in this area He is the father of one of the deacons in the church. Most of the men that dress this way are older men as the younger men have stopped wearing their traditional dress and now where slacks and dress shirts or tee shirts. The other photos show the everyday tribal dress that the women wear. In one of the pics below i am playing a game of marbles with the kids...except they are so poor that we were playing with rocks...even in Teopisca where Sarita and I live the kids use actual marbles.
Pics of pastor C preaching and photos of the congregation. As you can see from the second photo, all the men sit on one side and the women on the other...Sarita and I don´t abide by this so every time we go to church in many parts of mexico (including where we live), Sarita is the only women sitting on the mens side.
NADA MAS !!!!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
All good things must come to an end !!
This post shouldn´t last long because there is really not much to say and it is just about basketball anyway.
First off, I just want to say that the Sriptures are always correct such as when the proverbist writes in Proverbs ¨Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall¨ Proverbs 16:18
Well this was so true a little over a week ago for I was definitely feeling a little prideful.
You see, Rigoberto, Miguel and myself played in another tournament (18 teams) last week in a nearby city and we won the whole thing again (makes 3 championships in 3 tourneys). We ran our record to 17-0 in tournament games, so obviously we were feeling a little invinsible!!!!
But that didn´t last long!
The next day, I was in my house trying to recover a little from all those games we played in that one day tourney and Miguel came to my door (actually he just stood out in the street and whistled and called out my name until I came outside as is the custom here in Mexico). He was out of breath and he asked me if I wanted to play in another tournament in the gymnasium here in Teopisca (I love playing in the gym because I can actually shoot some three pointer...see when we play outside, the rims are really small and there is always a lot of wind up here in the mountains so it makes ¨tres puntas muy deficil.¨......not so in the gym!!!)
I thought that was strange because I knew that the tournament here in town that weekend was only for 4 ¨selection teams¨(meaning the best players the different cities).....Our city of Teopisca (city of maybe 20 thousand people), San Cristobal (85 thousand), Comitan (115 thousand) and Las Margaritas (65 thousand).
Miguel told me that Las Margaritas had not shown up for the last game against Comitan, which would decide 3rd and 4th place for the weekend. He asked me if I could be ready to play in 10 minutes. I said of course and Sarita and I headed for the gym. When I walked in I could not believe who we were about to play. I mean these guys were giants....at least compared to my team. Let´s put it this way-I am 5´7¨and I am the second tallest on our team with our tallest guy being an even 6´1¨. Their starting 5 were 6´5¨, 6´4¨, 6´2¨, 6´2¨, and 5´9¨. Like I said, these were the selection teams and Comitan does have 115,000 people to choose from. Another funny thing is that I played down low on the left block in our 2-1-2 zone.....me playing down low....are you kidding me....I truthfully only came up to one of the guy´s armpit....and truthfully again, I think I had 2 whole rebounds during the whole game on the defensive end.
Well, the gym was probably about half full, maybe 350 people watching, and I would say about 320 of them were for us. After all we were just a local team with a normal ¨non-selection¨ team
and we were definitley little david squaring off against goliath the giant.
We jumped out to a quick 10-2 lead in about the first 2 minutes as Comitan were all smiles and were just playing around as I stole the ball the first 2 times down the court and we hit some threes. But that ended quick as they got serious and ran off about 15 straight points.....all within about 8 foot of the basket. But we hung in there and tied it back up toward the end of the 1st quarter. We must have shot about 10 threes in the first quarter alone because we definitely couldn´t get near the basket. They made a run at the end of quarter 1 and led by about 4 at quarters end.
The second quarter was a different story. We couldn´t make a shot and they couldn´t miss and they led by 18 at halftime.
Third quarter again was different but in our favor. We came out of halftime running and gunning as we turned up the pressure a little. I stole the ball and hit a layup, sandwiched between two of my 6 threes for the game, and we cut the lead to 8. Man was the gym rockin!!!! But then they hit consecutive baskets and they led by 13 at quarters end.
Fourth quarter we would hit threes and cut the lead into single digits but then they would pound it inside and we kept fouling and they kept hitting free throws and in the end we lost by 12....74-62.
We had a great time and to be honest, I was not upset at all about losing seeing the situation I found myself in. And after all, it did take a ¨selection team¨to give us our first loss!!!
But as I said at the beginning of this email, I was a little prideful about our record and I believe that the Lord wanted to make sure that I didn´t get too big of a head walking around town here so He just had me to be humbled a little.
But, next week we get a chance to start that win streak again as we have another all day tourned in a nearby city up in the mountains.
Gotta run,
luv you all,
Lance (Nash to my boys at the gym)
These pics are of the tournament we won right before we lost that one game in town at the gym.
Me and the boys...we only have 6 players on the team.
I reffed my first game of my entire life during one of the games. They just ask one of the teams to supply a ref and no one wanted to do this late in the day so all of a sudden I heard on the their make shift loud speaker.....¨hey gringo can you please help us out and be the ref for this game¨.... everyone started laughing and of course I said I would. Only one ref so I had to ref from half court most of the time.
Just a few various pics
that´s all folks!!!
First off, I just want to say that the Sriptures are always correct such as when the proverbist writes in Proverbs ¨Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall¨ Proverbs 16:18
Well this was so true a little over a week ago for I was definitely feeling a little prideful.
You see, Rigoberto, Miguel and myself played in another tournament (18 teams) last week in a nearby city and we won the whole thing again (makes 3 championships in 3 tourneys). We ran our record to 17-0 in tournament games, so obviously we were feeling a little invinsible!!!!
But that didn´t last long!
The next day, I was in my house trying to recover a little from all those games we played in that one day tourney and Miguel came to my door (actually he just stood out in the street and whistled and called out my name until I came outside as is the custom here in Mexico). He was out of breath and he asked me if I wanted to play in another tournament in the gymnasium here in Teopisca (I love playing in the gym because I can actually shoot some three pointer...see when we play outside, the rims are really small and there is always a lot of wind up here in the mountains so it makes ¨tres puntas muy deficil.¨......not so in the gym!!!)
I thought that was strange because I knew that the tournament here in town that weekend was only for 4 ¨selection teams¨(meaning the best players the different cities).....Our city of Teopisca (city of maybe 20 thousand people), San Cristobal (85 thousand), Comitan (115 thousand) and Las Margaritas (65 thousand).
Miguel told me that Las Margaritas had not shown up for the last game against Comitan, which would decide 3rd and 4th place for the weekend. He asked me if I could be ready to play in 10 minutes. I said of course and Sarita and I headed for the gym. When I walked in I could not believe who we were about to play. I mean these guys were giants....at least compared to my team. Let´s put it this way-I am 5´7¨and I am the second tallest on our team with our tallest guy being an even 6´1¨. Their starting 5 were 6´5¨, 6´4¨, 6´2¨, 6´2¨, and 5´9¨. Like I said, these were the selection teams and Comitan does have 115,000 people to choose from. Another funny thing is that I played down low on the left block in our 2-1-2 zone.....me playing down low....are you kidding me....I truthfully only came up to one of the guy´s armpit....and truthfully again, I think I had 2 whole rebounds during the whole game on the defensive end.
Well, the gym was probably about half full, maybe 350 people watching, and I would say about 320 of them were for us. After all we were just a local team with a normal ¨non-selection¨ team
and we were definitley little david squaring off against goliath the giant.
We jumped out to a quick 10-2 lead in about the first 2 minutes as Comitan were all smiles and were just playing around as I stole the ball the first 2 times down the court and we hit some threes. But that ended quick as they got serious and ran off about 15 straight points.....all within about 8 foot of the basket. But we hung in there and tied it back up toward the end of the 1st quarter. We must have shot about 10 threes in the first quarter alone because we definitely couldn´t get near the basket. They made a run at the end of quarter 1 and led by about 4 at quarters end.
The second quarter was a different story. We couldn´t make a shot and they couldn´t miss and they led by 18 at halftime.
Third quarter again was different but in our favor. We came out of halftime running and gunning as we turned up the pressure a little. I stole the ball and hit a layup, sandwiched between two of my 6 threes for the game, and we cut the lead to 8. Man was the gym rockin!!!! But then they hit consecutive baskets and they led by 13 at quarters end.
Fourth quarter we would hit threes and cut the lead into single digits but then they would pound it inside and we kept fouling and they kept hitting free throws and in the end we lost by 12....74-62.
We had a great time and to be honest, I was not upset at all about losing seeing the situation I found myself in. And after all, it did take a ¨selection team¨to give us our first loss!!!
But as I said at the beginning of this email, I was a little prideful about our record and I believe that the Lord wanted to make sure that I didn´t get too big of a head walking around town here so He just had me to be humbled a little.
But, next week we get a chance to start that win streak again as we have another all day tourned in a nearby city up in the mountains.
Gotta run,
luv you all,
Lance (Nash to my boys at the gym)
These pics are of the tournament we won right before we lost that one game in town at the gym.
Me and the boys...we only have 6 players on the team.
I reffed my first game of my entire life during one of the games. They just ask one of the teams to supply a ref and no one wanted to do this late in the day so all of a sudden I heard on the their make shift loud speaker.....¨hey gringo can you please help us out and be the ref for this game¨.... everyone started laughing and of course I said I would. Only one ref so I had to ref from half court most of the time.
Coach said to move your feet on defense......this guy obviously has never been coached!!!!!
Just a few various pics
I wish Sarita hadn´t caught me looking as I made this pass cause I could have played it off as a ¨no look¨pass......
Just can´t jump as high as I used to....and this photo just reminds us what we already know....white men can´t jump!!!!!! I fouled him, he hit the layup and the foul shot.....ooooppppsssss.
that´s all folks!!!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Various day to day photos of life here south of the border
Hello everyone!!!
This blog will be a little easier on your minds as well as on your time because this post has a lot of photos.
¨What was that. I don´t know but it was moving awefully fast. Yeeeekkksss it´s a little critter she says!!!!¨
That´s ok, cause if the broom, doesn´t get em, then the trap will, and if the trap doesn´t get em, then for sure the machette will.....know what I´m saying!!!!! Maybe a little overboard with the machette but I was not taking any chances. Fortunately, the trap won the battle (3 times thus far) so I didn´t have to start throwing iron around.
This pics show our little friend Emellia. This is the older lady that can not walk very well and her right arm is twisted and withered a little bit and can not be used. Either I or pastor C pick her up for church evey Sunday (we have to pick her up and put her in the truck as she can not walk to the truck and get in on her own). Sarita and I go to her house every week and sing hyms (in English) to her and read to her from our Spanish bible. We read two chapters of Psalms and one Chapter of Matthew during each visit. She so looks forward to our coming each week. Last week when we got to the chapter in Matthew that spoke of King Herod having all the male children less than two years old to be killed (as he was trying to have baby Jesus killed), she covered her mouth with her good hand and and let out this little gasp and even shed a little tear as she couldn´t believe that someone would do this to little children. Sarita and I enjoy this time with her very much.
Sarita has gotten creative with her clothes drying....we didn´t have enough line for all the clothes so she improvised(i.e. put our clothes all over the back fence).....something we have learned to do just about every day....improvise!
Sarita in her little cocina.....thanks again gran margie (and papa jerry) for the ¨big pot¨because we really needed it for the youth retreat as Sarita had to cook 5 whole chickens and she did so at one time in that her ¨big pot¨(we forgot the spanish name for it)....and she can cook up the finest homeade salsa this side of the rio grande!
I got so sick during my 5th time of being sick down here that a doctor had to come in from the neighboring town of San Cristobal....actually I did not know he was coming but my pastor down here told him of my illness and he came to save the day....i had been sick for about 5 days with high fever and body aches and chills and all kinds of other symptoms I won´t mention and didn´t have any medicine to take and he came and gave me medicine and a shot....praise the Lord for the wisdom He gives these doctors casuse in 4 days i was totally better! His name is Dr. Ramero Marrero; he is a Christian as well as his entire family and they help many different indigenous communities down here....we have become really good friends....oh, and he and his family speak really good English so that is a treat to talk with them.
Just some photos showing what my dear little Sarita has to go through to get groceries for the day....we forgot to get tomatoes one day and so she decided that she couldn´t wait forever to go down the street to get some...it had been raining before she went down to get the tomatoes but wasn´t raining at the time she left.....but as it happens so often down here, if you just wait a few minutes it might be raining again-and it did. We are in a low area and when it rains, our street becomes a little river (running from right to left). In the last photo I caught her as she stepped into a little hole in the street...whoooppsss, gotta love that wet cold feeling up to your ankle.
Sarita and Amos just hanging out......This photo shows a bunch of sawdust in the back of my truck as Amos and I were about to leave to got get ready for the youth retreat (and spread the sawdust on the walkways we had made up on the top of the mountain).
Sarita and I before I went to preach one Sunday morning. She is doing so good making our little casita look homey!!!!
Just a few pics of the morning I preached. The youth standing beside me is Dr. Ramero´s son (his name is Jose). I didn´t know what to expect before he opened his mouth for the first time (as I had never met him) but to my very big and happy surprised he was a great translator. In close to 50 minutes, there was only one word he did not know....what a blessing from the Lord to give me someone such as Jose so that I could preach the word of God down here many lost souls...I bless your holy name this very moment my dearest Savior!
Ok, these pics show my dog Amos and his best buddy....the other dog´s name is Lobo (which means wolf in Spanish) and he does look just like a wolf. Lobo, or Limp as we affectionately call him (he only has 3 good legs) is the boss of the street. He is amazingly fast for a dog that runs with only 3 legs and he can fight like no other dog I have seen down here.....He has not lost a fight yet and most dogs immediatley put their tails between their legs when he starts to walk up to them. Do not think it strange that I mention that he fights alot because that is just a way of life down here....there are packs of dogs on every corner and they rule their turf and fight when any other dog comes by....they are no threat at all to us humans and they don´t even bark or even get up and move when anyone walks by. But anyway, Limp´s only friend is Amos. Limp has taken him under his wing and has started showing him the ropes down here in Mexico. They are best of buds and go everywhere together.
This blog will be a little easier on your minds as well as on your time because this post has a lot of photos.
How about a few horses in your front yard everyday...or a sheep, or even some cows!!!! Just hang around a few hours and you will see it all.
¨What was that. I don´t know but it was moving awefully fast. Yeeeekkksss it´s a little critter she says!!!!¨
That´s ok, cause if the broom, doesn´t get em, then the trap will, and if the trap doesn´t get em, then for sure the machette will.....know what I´m saying!!!!! Maybe a little overboard with the machette but I was not taking any chances. Fortunately, the trap won the battle (3 times thus far) so I didn´t have to start throwing iron around.
This pics show our little friend Emellia. This is the older lady that can not walk very well and her right arm is twisted and withered a little bit and can not be used. Either I or pastor C pick her up for church evey Sunday (we have to pick her up and put her in the truck as she can not walk to the truck and get in on her own). Sarita and I go to her house every week and sing hyms (in English) to her and read to her from our Spanish bible. We read two chapters of Psalms and one Chapter of Matthew during each visit. She so looks forward to our coming each week. Last week when we got to the chapter in Matthew that spoke of King Herod having all the male children less than two years old to be killed (as he was trying to have baby Jesus killed), she covered her mouth with her good hand and and let out this little gasp and even shed a little tear as she couldn´t believe that someone would do this to little children. Sarita and I enjoy this time with her very much.
Sarita has gotten creative with her clothes drying....we didn´t have enough line for all the clothes so she improvised(i.e. put our clothes all over the back fence).....something we have learned to do just about every day....improvise!
Sarita in her little cocina.....thanks again gran margie (and papa jerry) for the ¨big pot¨because we really needed it for the youth retreat as Sarita had to cook 5 whole chickens and she did so at one time in that her ¨big pot¨(we forgot the spanish name for it)....and she can cook up the finest homeade salsa this side of the rio grande!
I got so sick during my 5th time of being sick down here that a doctor had to come in from the neighboring town of San Cristobal....actually I did not know he was coming but my pastor down here told him of my illness and he came to save the day....i had been sick for about 5 days with high fever and body aches and chills and all kinds of other symptoms I won´t mention and didn´t have any medicine to take and he came and gave me medicine and a shot....praise the Lord for the wisdom He gives these doctors casuse in 4 days i was totally better! His name is Dr. Ramero Marrero; he is a Christian as well as his entire family and they help many different indigenous communities down here....we have become really good friends....oh, and he and his family speak really good English so that is a treat to talk with them.
Just some photos showing what my dear little Sarita has to go through to get groceries for the day....we forgot to get tomatoes one day and so she decided that she couldn´t wait forever to go down the street to get some...it had been raining before she went down to get the tomatoes but wasn´t raining at the time she left.....but as it happens so often down here, if you just wait a few minutes it might be raining again-and it did. We are in a low area and when it rains, our street becomes a little river (running from right to left). In the last photo I caught her as she stepped into a little hole in the street...whoooppsss, gotta love that wet cold feeling up to your ankle.
Sarita and Amos just hanging out......This photo shows a bunch of sawdust in the back of my truck as Amos and I were about to leave to got get ready for the youth retreat (and spread the sawdust on the walkways we had made up on the top of the mountain).
Sarita and I before I went to preach one Sunday morning. She is doing so good making our little casita look homey!!!!
Just a few pics of the morning I preached. The youth standing beside me is Dr. Ramero´s son (his name is Jose). I didn´t know what to expect before he opened his mouth for the first time (as I had never met him) but to my very big and happy surprised he was a great translator. In close to 50 minutes, there was only one word he did not know....what a blessing from the Lord to give me someone such as Jose so that I could preach the word of God down here many lost souls...I bless your holy name this very moment my dearest Savior!
Ok, these pics show my dog Amos and his best buddy....the other dog´s name is Lobo (which means wolf in Spanish) and he does look just like a wolf. Lobo, or Limp as we affectionately call him (he only has 3 good legs) is the boss of the street. He is amazingly fast for a dog that runs with only 3 legs and he can fight like no other dog I have seen down here.....He has not lost a fight yet and most dogs immediatley put their tails between their legs when he starts to walk up to them. Do not think it strange that I mention that he fights alot because that is just a way of life down here....there are packs of dogs on every corner and they rule their turf and fight when any other dog comes by....they are no threat at all to us humans and they don´t even bark or even get up and move when anyone walks by. But anyway, Limp´s only friend is Amos. Limp has taken him under his wing and has started showing him the ropes down here in Mexico. They are best of buds and go everywhere together.
These photos show the big tree house at the school where we take (or took) our English classes. The name of the school is La Casa en el arbol which translates into ¨tree house.¨ And what a tree house it is. There are people from all over the world that come here to learn various languages....China, France, Spain, Germany, Sweeden, Australia to name a few.
Well that´s enough for now. We just thought that you all would enjoy seeing a little bit more of our life down here. We have many more photos to post so keep an eye out for them.
Just remember the words of John the Baptist...I must decrease and He (Jesus) must increase....I pray that you, and I, are all decreasing daily!!!
In His loving and safe arms,
Lance and Sarita
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