...as the demons danced upon our roof.

Many times in the jungle one is confronted with the reality of the spirit world. I know that in our modern society, many do not believe in witches, demons, angels or even God, but this is not the case with the indian cultures. They know good and evil spirits exist and even interact with us mere humans.

The Ye'kwana culture is replete with myths and lores of the spirit world. Some are based on historical events and what their ancestors observed.

There are spirit beings as lowly as wee folk who play annoying pranks hiding things from you or troubling the hunting dogs all the way up to "Canaima" who is the embodiment of our "Boogey Man". There is the often seen "wiyu". This is a spirit which comes after someone has died and tries to trick another person into accompanying the dead one. They even have a mermaid! And don't forget the terrible" macuchis"! My children even sang a song about the macuchis to tease each other.

The macuchis gonna get you if you start to pout!
The macuchis gonna get you if you don't watch out!


Whatever the case me be, I have seen and experienced things that I often do not share as I fear people will think I have lost my mind. I have seen people who were visited by Canaima appear to be in a trance and die a few days later with mysterious bruises and bleeding. I have been touched by a demon possessed person, only to wake up hours later with the print of their hand burned into my flesh. I have awakened at times with a smothering feeling of heaviness only to find my husband awake and experiencing the same. Talk about a cold chill, to wake up at night and feel as if an elephant is sitting on your chest and the night is so black you can not see your own hand, but you know there is a presence there. At times like these, the only relief comes from calling out to God !

After building our house and finally getting a small generator to replace our Coleman lanterns, we learned of an interesting event that had taken place. We learned of it in a most unusual way.

One night, we were both awoken simultaneously by a strange rustling sound which seemed to surround our house. We arose from our hammocks to investigate and found our house to be totally encircled by indians. More importantly, chirstian indians!

My husband went out side and asked what was going on. Shyly, they explained that they were watching out for us as they had observed "spirits" dancing upon our palm roof. Then they proceeded to tell us of a story that had unfolded several years before our arrival.

The old witch doctor of the village, Manweda, had snorted the hallucinogenic drug which the witch doctors use to enhance their visions, and after several hours of being in a trance, he awakened to tell the village a prophecy.

In his vision, he said he had seen a strange, strong light glowing out of a building upon the small hill which arose at the edge of the village. No one lived there and it was not even cleared yet, but he said he heard a loud noise which came from the house as well as the light.

As is often the case, the villagers discussed what this could mean and had not a clue. Until we showed up and asked if we might build our house upon that very hill. However, we only used Coleman lanterns and had no generator or loud noises coming form our house for several months.

Until that night!

The whole village, unbeknownst to us, had met to discuss if this was the fulfillment of Manweda's vision. As they ventured out to see, the unbelievers were frightened by what they saw around our house.

Spirits dancing on the roof!

The Christians feared for us and bravely decided to confront the spirits on our behalf, knowing we were not knowledgeable or aware of the great danger we were in, due to the nature of the evil demons and the fact that we were so reckless as to have built our house with HUGE windows in every room. Surely, Canaima would come for us one night!

But this night, the christians surrounded our house and joined in prayer to God for our protection. They were amazed that we could all sleep through the night with the demons dancing above our heads. We finally awoke from hearing their muffled prayers on our behalf.

As we spoke to them, we were told of the prophecy the witch doctor had made of our arrival with the lights and loud noise coming from a non-existent house on this exact spot.

Could God use a witch doctor to foretell of our coming? I don't know, but he has used stranger things...such as Balaam's donkey!

Whatever the reason, the people of Chajudaña had welcomed us unanimously and the new christians were greatly encouraged that we were not bothered by the spirits. Soon they were opening up their houses with larger windows to allow for better light and air flow, no longer so afraid of the spirits!

No longer were they bound in the darkness and superstition that had enslaved them and caused them to live in unhealthy smoke filled, dark houses cowering in fear!

My Daughter's post

Having no time to write this week, I am shamelessly stealing my daughter's post!

Passion fruit juice is my favorite juice of all time. It is called "parchita" in Venezuela, "maracuya" in Costa Rica, and both "mburcuya" and "maracuya" in Paraguay.

No, not confusing at all.

Whatever it may be called, I love it! It's always in season in Venezuela and I grew up drinking the stuff. It cuts your thirst like no other juice. In Costa Rica it was known for lowering blood pressure, and in Paraguay they tell me it makes you sleepy. Passion fruit juice makes you sleepy? I had never heard that, however, I recently learned that if you drink gallons of it at one sitting then, yes, it will make you sleepy.

When my parents were here visiting in November we took them out to one of our favorite restaurants, La Paulista. It's a Brazilian style steak house and the food is really good. So is their passion fruit juice. They bring the juice to you in small glass pitchers. Each pitcher holds about two servings of juice. We can chug the stuff down pretty fast, because we're all passion fruit (or parchita, or maracuya, or mburucya...) fanatics. My parents loved the food and juice so much, we went back another day with my two sisters.

"Oh, you just have to try their passion fruit juice!" We told the girls this many times on our way to the restaurant.

After being seated by the very kind waiter, we all placed our orders for "The Juice." Imagine our dismay when he said they were all out.

"You're out?"

"Yes, sir. We're all out."

"You mean you're out of The Juice that comes in glass pitchers? Cold and frosty? Ya know...when you bring the small pitcher to the table...?"

"Oh! That Juice. No, we have some. I will bring you a pitcher of juice."

And off he went. We were happy. He returned with a glass pitcher of The Juice which we basically inhaled.

"We want four more pitchers, please."

"Four, sir?"

"Yes, four more pitchers. Please."

"Sir...four?"

"Yes. Four more pitchers of The Juice."

"You want FOUR? But there are only six of you."

By now we're wondering what is wrong with this guy. Each pitcher is about two servings of juice. We can all easily drink that. Finally, the point was made and he understood that we wanted Four, yes, FOUR, pitchers of Our Favorite Juice Of All Time.

We all ate contentedly, stuffing our faces with the delicious food, getting more full by the minute and wondering where our Juice was.

Then it came.

Four HUGE pitchers, full to the brim, of The Juice.

Gone were the cute little personal glass pitchers, and in their place were four tall, pitchers of juice with about two liters in each pitcher. That's 8 liters of juice...for six people.

Who are already full.

However, these six people are not your regular run of the mill people. We have blazed jungle trails, had babies at home, built houses out of duct tape, lived overseas, survived military coups, and WE CAN DRINK THE JUICE!! All of it! Because there's no way on this earth we're going to admit being wrong to the waiter. He did try to warn us, after all.

For a while we sat in awe. Each one of us estimating how much room there was left in our stomachs...Not much considering we had eaten a considerable amount of cow, chicken and pork.

Brian poured us all a glass, and it began.

We chugged down the first glass. Not too bad.

Then the second...then the third...by glass number four our we're all taking dainty little sips, and glancing at the waiter our of the corners of our eyes. We didn't feel stupid. Not one bit.

As we drank glass, after glass, after glass of the juice I thought I heard something...a tiny voice...turns out it was my stomach pleading for mercy. I ignored my stomach's pleas and said to myself, "Must. Drink. The. Juice!" And I drank some more...

Finally, the mission was complete. The Juice That Never Ends was gone. Every last drop.

We paid our bill and tipped the waiter with a cocky sense of "Ha! We showed them!" I think I may have heard them laughing as we walked out the door. "Hey, Pablo! Did you see that group of Yankees that were dumb enough to order FOUR pitchers of juice !!! (Cackle,cackle)

Then began our trip home. The roads in Paraguay are known for being, um, AWFUL. "Bumpy" is an understatement, but it's the word I will use for now. I had never noticed how bumpy the roads really are till I had a stomach full of liquid. With every bump, our stomachs sloshed. With every slosh, we groaned.

The road home went something like this:

Bump.

Slosh.

"Grooooaaannn...." by six very "sloshy" people.

Bump.

Slosh.

"Grooooaaannn...."

At one point during the ride home some brave soul asked, "Why didn't we just leave the juice?"

The car got quiet. What exactly were we trying to prove? Maybe we just wanted to give the waiters something to laugh about that day. Maybe we feel like good stewards for not wasting the juice. Maybe we just needed a funny story to remember. Who knows?

What I DO know is this: The Paraguayans are right. Passion fruit juice makes you very sleepy. We all went home and crashed on our beds...well, first we stood in line outside of the bathrooms, THEN we went to take naps.

Maybe it was one of those "you had to be there" kind of things, but it makes us all chuckle and therefore, it must be blogged about!

RLM !!!

Imagine my surprise last night when a young lady approached me before church and introduced herself as ,"Kate"! I have been reading her blog for quite a while now and it was so neat to actually meet her! WOW !!
We were only able to speak for a few moments after the service, but I really enjoyed it immensely.

Then I ran into another "blogger" and I see she has already left me a comment!
Life is good!!!

A great big thanks to those of you who came out of the woodwork and identified yourselves!!!
See??? It wasn't so bad, was it?

... and we're off again!!!

Just one week back from South Carolina and now we are headed to Washington, D.C. We will be taking part in a missions conference at Independent Baptist Church of Clinton, Maryland.

I do not know what my schedule will be like or if I will even have access to the internet this week. Blogging may not happen at all, or I may manage to check in a few times. I really hate to be away from my blog for too long! I lose readers every time.

I hate that!!

For awhile I was averaging 220 readers a day, now I only have about 130 of which, roughly speaking, only about 20 ever leave a comment. The rest are lurkers. I see a few of you regularly on my site meter...I wonder why you never comment? I love comments!

Who are you?
How did you run across my blog?

Spain

Granada, Andalucia

Argentina

Rosario, Santa Fe

France

Nancy, Lorraine

United Kingdom

Tamworth, Staffordshire

Denmark

Frederiksberg, Vestsjalland

Panama

David, Chiriqui

India

Bangalore, Karnataka

Japan

Nagoya, Aichi

Thailand

Bangkok, Krung Thep

Colombia

Antioquia

Ecuador

Guayaquil, Guayas

I would love to hear from you!

Indian Teeth

Well, yet another of my children have had the blessing of inheriting their great grandmother's Cherokee DNA and having the 3 and even 4 rooted molars. This time it is Jewel. She has FOUR!

She had to have a root canal today. The dentist wasn't even sure he wanted to touch her, but it had to be done. After, several attempts, he finally got her numbed enough to work. That is another fairly common trait, not being able to properly numb us.

What does this indian grand daughter look like?

Not much like her grandmother, Nikotai Cherokee, as she was called.

Fun in a Cessna

Here is a video my husband made while flying low over
the Caura River, Bolivar State, Venezuela.

What we do on Christmas Eve

Don't mess with me and my chocolate!

My daughter, Jewel, takes on her brother and cousins in defense of her chocolate.

Update: to see the Bloopers and the final Director's Cut, check out Yekwana Man

What Christmas Means to Me

Christmas is a day we remember the birth of Christ. Was he born on December 25th? Does it really matter?

On this day we remember His birth, we include Him in that celebration. Even when many try to keep Him out of it, He is remembered! It may only be in the words of a Christmas carol sung around the tree, but many people all around the globe will be celebrating the historical fact of the birth that changed the world!

I try and overcome all the commercialism and paganism involved in the tradition of Christmas by using the opportunity to focus on Christ! Put Him first! Lift Him up! Make Him the reason for the Season! Exalt HIM!

After all, He is the Greatest Gift ever given! His birth was for a purpose. He was born to be our Saviour! He was born to save us from our sin, from the penalty of our sin, from the guilt of living a life of sin.

For God so loved the world He gave His only son! Paul calls this the Unspeakable Gift!

It is a gift, freely given to all men. Have you accepted this gift? We are all in need of this gift as we are all born into the human race with a sin debt.

Our debt;

"Because all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God." Romans 3:23.

His gift:

"The wages of sin is death; but the GIFT OF GOD is eternal life through JESUS CHRIST our Lord." Romans 6:23.

Christmas would be a wonderful time to accept this Gift of God!

Receive His forgiveness! He was born, God in the flesh, for our redemption. He was sacrificed and died for our atonement, and He rose again to provide a way for all to have forgiveness if we but repent. It is a gift given to us freely, but a gift that came with a high price!

The True Cost Of Christmas

( by Chyrll's Corner)

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It cost Mary and Joseph the comforts of home during a long period of exile in Egypt to protect the little Babe.

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It cost mothers, in and around Bethlehem, the massacre of their babies by the cruel order of Herod.

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It cost the shepherds the complacency of their shepherd's life, with the call of the manger and to tell the Good News.

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It cost the wise men a long journey and expensive gifts and changed lives.

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It cost the early Apostles and the early church persecution and sometimes death.

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It cost missionaries of Christ untold suffering and privation to spread the Good News.

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It cost Christian martyrs in all ages their lives for Christ's sake.

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More than all this, it cost God the Father His own Son-He sent Him to the earth to save men.

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It cost Jesus a life of sacrifice and service, a death cruel and unmatched in history.

Guess What?

It's official !

My son, Joshua, put an engagement ring on Naomy's finger!

Mí Anhelo Hoy

A mirar a tí, Señor!
Y no mirar atras!

A caminar contigo, Señor!
Sin desmayar!

A postrar ante de tu altar, Señor!
Y no lamentar!

Solo a tí Señor,
Quiero amarte mas y mas!

A Family Favorite

"THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"

(Spanglish Version)

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,

Not a creature was stirring -- Caramba! Que pasa?

Los niños were tucked away in their camas,

Some in long underwear, some in pijamas,

While hanging the stockings with mucho cuidado

In hopes that old Santa would feel obligado

To bring all children, both buenos and malos,

A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.

Outside in the yard there arose such a grito

That I jumped to my feet like a fightened cabrito.

I ran to the window and looked out afuera,

And who in the world do you think that it era?

Saint Nick in a sleigh and a big red sombrero

Came dashing along like a crazy bombero.

And pulling his sleigh instead of venados

Were eight little burros approaching volados.

I watched as they came and this quaint little hombre

Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:

"Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto,

Ay Chato, ay Chopo, Macuco, y Nieto!"

Then standing erect with his hands on his pecho

He flew to the top of our very own techo.

With his round little belly like a bowl of jalea,

He struggled to squeeze down our old chiminea,

Then huffing and puffing at last in our sala,

With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala,

He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos --

For none of the niños had been very malos.

Then chuckling aloud, seeming very contento,

He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento.

And I heard him exclaim, and this is verdad,

Merry Christmas to all, and Feliz Navidad!

Jim and Nita Lee (Dec. 1972)

Christmas in the Jungle

The manger

Elementary Choir

Pastor Victor tells the old, old story.

Mary was GREAT with Child!

Mary and Joseph at the Manger

The Wise men Worship the Newborn King!

"Twas the Night Before Christmas"

Merry Christmas, My Friend

by Corporal James M. Schmidt, former U.S. Marine
First published in "Leatherneck Magazine", December 1991

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home. ,

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

H/T:
Marine Corps Nomads

Indian Reading Bible

Manolo Cortez
of Chajurana

For The Beak Speaks

Asuncion, Paraguay

Family Visit in Paraguay

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The "BLOGGING Baby Shower"

One of the very first things I did in Paraguay was deliver all the gifts many of you had sent to my daughter for the baby, Abby.

Debbie at ~~~Apples of Gold~~~~had the wonderful idea which she coordinated with my sister, Pam ,at Midnight Musings. Many different bloggers sent gifts or money, so that I could carry it down to my daughter , Jackie, at Faithful in the few Things as a great surprise!

I had intended to put it all out and take photos , but, we arrived at the house at midnight and we were all so excited, I just started pulling things out and saying, "pen of jen sent this package with the cute matching dresses for you three and the cow doll for Elena! OH! And the cute farm animal purse!!! And cook books!"

"Debbie and Susan at, both sent checks, so we combined their money to get this Baby Album scrapbook you had asked for!"

Webutante also sent a check and wanted a gift for each of the girls and Jackie some shoes. So we purchased 2 pairs of summer sandals for Jackie and matching Christmas dresses for the two girls!

Pat sent teething meds and the folks at Smyrna Baptist Church and Missie, The Crownie's Mom all sent hair bows, candles, jewelry, and even gourmet coffees and a grinder for Brian!

Tiany at Less Of Me~More Of Him- Homeschoolblogger.com sent a package of gifts Jackie had admired as a give away Tiany had done at her blog awhile back.

Of course. Pam sent her annual engraved ornament and ginger bread men ornaments for Elena to decorate and put on the tree. Which she did!

We had such a blast, I never got the pictures taken. OOPS! I really meant too!!! I wish you all could have been there and seen all the excitement! Especially, since my family teases me about all my imaginary friends in the blogashere! You all sent REAL gifts, so you can not be just imaginary friends, right????

RIGHT????

In Miami

Almost home again. We left Paraguay yesterday morning and will make it back home this afternoon.

I miss Elena and Abbie already! I will post pictures of our trip in a few days.

I just checked in on the Chavez agenda...he is already using language I can not, will not, use here at my blog! The man is mad and will continue the reforms. He had a row of military men behind him as he cursed the opposition and promised that he had not changed one bit At the end of the speech, he had the military men stand and chant for him, like a group of cheer leaders. Despicable show.

I will post all about what we did and who we met while in Paraguay soon.

Well, I'm off again!!!

Venezuela...Now or Never

If you wish to follow the blog of a Venezuelan
regarding todays elections,
read Daniel's blog for his updates.

PS: Any of my Venezuelan commenters, feel free to comment on your observations!

Venezuela, te amo!

I have sat here trying to place words in order, trying to make sense of my own prayers. I can't. I want a change in the country...but at what cost? I want the regime to fall, but...how many will have to die? I want my friends to be safe, but...someone must have the courage to resist the evil! I want a change! I want it now! But, is this a necessary step the country of Venezuela must go though in order to understand and cherish their freedom?

I do not have answers, but God does! May He hold them in His love and give each one the strength to do what they must! May those who know Him declare His love and glory to those who do not. May all false gods be brought low and humbled before Him. May the future be better than the past!

Venezuela, querida mia! Pensar en ti, me hace llorar!

A Personal Request

Wednesday I received a call from my sister letting me know that my mother, in Florida, had fallen. She broke her arm and also cut herself in the fall requiring many stitches. She is mending fine, but it will be difficult for her to be down with a broken arm during the Christmas season.Please pray for her to have as little pain as possible and for my father as he deals with caring for her and the house.

Making Room in my Heart for More Love

I have been trying to comprehend my feelings of love. Emotions of love I have for more than one country. Perhaps you think that I can not love many places equally, or that in loving one, I love the other less. But that is not the case for me.

As a mother, I love each of my four children equally. But differently. Each occupies a place in my heart that no other can fill.

My first born daughter, Jackie, was born a very independent child. She was mature and handled everything easily. She was quickly to become my friend. My best friend. My love for her is shown in that way.

Along came son, Joshua. He was a serious minded child. Content to play alone, but in need of my presence for security. As he as gotten older, it seems our roles have changed. He now cares for me and brings me security. He does his own thing still, but likes to have loved ones nearby for comfort. I show him my love by being available.

Jewel! She quickly revealed a strength of character we had yet seen in any child. Strong willed, independent, and very loyal. The life of any party! My role with her was often to be a boundary setter as she knew no limits and thought she could do anything. She usually could, but at times to the detriment of others or endangerment of herself. She is now a young lady of 17 and still is a strong minded individual but has learned to be considerate of others. I show my love by supporting her in her endeavors.

Then the baby, Jayde. She is the social butterfly. She thrives on attention. She does not like to be left to her own devices and prefers to be part of a group. To show her love, is to look her in the eye and communicate. A lot!!!

I love them all greatly, but differently, just as I love my different countries equally and yet completely.

My home land, the USA, is the land of my birth. The land of my heritage. It is where I feel safe and secure. A refuge. The land of my mother tongue, of my sheltered childhood. I could not love another place more!

Venezuela is my adopted country. A place I chose to love and a people who returned my love, mostly. Just as a young bride leaves the home of her parents to begin a new life with her husband, I chose to begin a new life in Venezuela. I gave Venezuela my unconditional love. Yes, I know her faults and difficulties, but I love her still. I could not love another place more!

Then the Ye'kwana tribe. I love them with a passion! My time with them was the culmination of a life long dream. Our lives were filled with excitement and adventure. Emotionally draining at times, but very fulfilling! I could not love another people more!

Now, I am opening my heart to Paraguay. Just as a young person first in love, tentatively, shyly even, I am reaching out to see if that love is returned or spurned. It is exciting and yet terrifying! It could break my heart! Or , bring great joy!

Yes, I have a great love for more than one place, more than one people. One will never replace the other and all will be part of what makes me feel whole and gives me purpose in this life and the one to come.

1 John4:21 And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also.

First Impressions of Paraguay

A quick update:

One of my first impressions is that the Paraguayan people are very friendly! Even while waiting for our flight from Brazil to Asuncion, we had already made friends with many of the Paraguayan people on the flight.

The country is very poor, but the people don't seem to complain. I was saddened while in the grocery store to see all the foods available here: sugar, milk, eggs, beans, meats... things that are very scarce in oil rich Venezuela but are abundant here in Paraguay!

Also, the absence of armed soldiers and the fact that the few police I have seen, only carry hand guns and do not need to wear bullet proof vests. Venezuela is so militarized!!! Even though we are nearing an upcoming presidential election here in Paraguay, there are billboards of several different candidates. Not just one RED party! NO billboards of President Nicanor plastered every 100 meters as is the case with Chavez in Venezuela.

The Paraguayans also speak a Spanish very different than what I am used to !!!

"Y vos sos?" What is that!!!!! Add to that all the guarani words sprinkled through out ,and I am often lost! My grand daughter raises her arms to me and says, "UPA!" (oopah!) which means, pick me up!! Whou'ld a known?!?!? My husband went out to buy us a dinner. He came back with "lomitos" which is a cut of meat in Venezuela, but apparently here it is a sandwich. They asked him of he wanted it "completo" so he said, "Sure!" That seems to mean that the sandwich comes with french fries??? Maybe??? The sandwich was delicious. A steak burger with ham, cheese, a fried egg, lettuce and tomato. No complaints!

And of course the terere and mate.

I also noticed as we drove to another town, that the Paraguayans keep their patios (yards) very neat! Even the most humble of homes will have a neat patio with inviting chairs to sit at and share drinking terere. Very friendly. I really like that.

Also, the young people call their elders, "Tio" or "Tia" (Uncle or Aunt) this reminds me so much of the Ye'kwana culture where everyone is your Uncle or Aunt as well. I wonder if it is carried over from the Guarani culture?

Also, in stark contrast to Venezuela, here we have seen a few christian schools that even use American curriculum such as aBeka and ACE! Very different then the situation regarding the education laws of Venezuela.

They also LOVE soccer. On the flight from Brazil, the pilot kept us informed of each goal made by Paraguay against Chile. Paraguay won!! I am excited to be able to live in a country with a team that always classifies for the World Cup. Sorry, Vino Tinto:( But, I will miss Venezuelan baseball!!)

Tomorrow we will be driving around the area where we will possibly be planting a church upon our arrival next year. I am very excited about that!

I am enjoying getting to know a little more about my new home!!!

:) The ice cream is really good!!!
:( But I will miss arepas, cachapas,chicha, hallacas,pan de jamon....

Hard Questions!

I have recently been contemplating some of the realities of the contemporary missionary movement. We are in a new era, an era where being a citizen of the USA is no longer an asset in many parts of the world. It is a reality to be considered. We must remember that we, as Americans, are not the only instrument available to God for the furtherance of the gospel. Is it time to step back, evaluate, and perhaps look for new ways to evangelize? There are many places where someone else, someone of another nationality, would be better received. If our purpose is to reach as many souls as possible, perhaps we need to remove ourselves from the situation and uphold other Christians as they can continue to preach and be heard, long after we are denied access to certain people and places.

I am not saying we should not spread the gospel to dangerous places. I have put myself and my family in dangerous places many times, when it seemed necessary for the ministry. I have seen my children suffer with diseases they would never have contracted had we lived in the USA. We have been in shoot outs, walked through tear gas, had tanks on the streets outside our house, all in order to preach and teach a people of the Glory of God. But there comes a time when our presence alone is detrimental to the furtherance of the gospel. Officials in Venezuela told us our white skin and blue eyes made us unwelcome.

There are times when the missionary has to step back and consider the costs. Not just personal cost, but the overall cost to the church.

Is my presence a hindrance?
Is association with me, as a foreigner, going to cause repercussions among the native church people?
Am I staying due to a of a false sense of pride?
Am I harming the ministry of another by remaining too long?

There are places that have not yet heard the good news.

Should the missionary use mission assets to remain where he is not accepted, when perhaps another place is more willing and open at this time?
Remember the disciples "shaking the dust from their feet"?
Remember Paul allowing himself to be lowered over the walls to escape danger in order to continue to preach elsewhere?
The modern day missionary movement is now centuries old, should we not see more mission efforts from other nationalities?
Should not a missionary work himself out of his job and turn the ministry over to the indigenous or national?
Should the missionary then move on to another needy area where his resources are more needed?

Hard questions. Any thoughts?

UPDATE:
I am not questioning our personal calling to Latin America. I am thinking of places such as Venezuela where an American missionary was recently deported from an area where perhaps a national would not have been. Could this cause repercussions for the nationals involved with this same ministry? Are some things best left to the national?

The mood here in Paraguay is so open to the American and the people are asking for help, that it has revealed the lack of acceptance to the American missionary the last few years in Venezuela. Put it into perspective! The general mood on the street is totally different here. There is a much more open door for ministry. Being here has shown that to me in a great way. I had forgotten the feeling of such freedom.

So Much To Be Thankful For !

Our first Thanksgiving in the jungle.

We had officially moved into the village in October and were living in a "borrowed" indian hut while trying to build our own. That was the time we all got our first taste of malaria and, thus, of quinine! It was my first time to hallucinate. First time I saw a corpse burned and then consumed by the family members, first time we built a coffin, first time I slept to the sound of indian drums.

I was reading aloud the Little House on the Prairie books to my children. I recall vividly their excitement when Laura and Pa listened all night to the indian drums! Because we had been doing just that ourselves for over a week.

We were living much the same as Laura Ingalls and her family had over a century ago. We had no floors, no running water, we were using kerosene lanterns for light, and eating what was hunted or grown in the gardens.

There were very few believers in the village yet, so the norm was for the tribe to "party" about every two months or so, with dancing, chanting, and drinking. This , of course, led to fighting and abusing of women, and abandoned hungry children.

All day, all night, the drums would BOOM! BOOM!BOOM! As the Ye'kwanas did their slow dancing shuffle, two steps forward, one step back. In a circle around the round house. Over and over until you passed out. This had been going on for 8 days, leading up to Thanksgiving.

The floor of the round house was covered in vomit. A white frothy foam on the ground, a terrible stench in the air, and roaches crawling all over everything! Little babies sitting on the ground crying amidst the vomit.

We had another elderly missionary couple fly out to spend the holiday with us. Dear friends who are like grand parents to my children. We were excited to speak English and to eat all the goodies they brought. One of the pilot's wife, Tracy, sent out home made banana bread! Yummo!

(My kitchen at the time)

We had no turkey, or even chicken. We had fresh tapir!



With yucca and canned corn.



I had brought out some dried apples and we made a pie. We also invited a christian Ye'kwana to come eat with us. The children called him "Squanto" all day! After tasting the pie, Antonio decided that Thanksgiving was a nice tradition!

The best part of that day was that the dancing finally stopped and we could sleep in our hammocks that night without the drums! Peaceful, quiet sleep.

We were truly thankful!

Paraguay!!! Here I Come!!!

Today we are packing. Tomorrow we drive to Miami and are going to see dear friends who also are "ex" missionaries from Venezuela. There are more of us every day, it seems. Wednesday we begin the "TRIP"!

It's not easy to get to Paraguay, you can't really just go to Paraguay. You have to layover , somewhere, Bolivia, Brazil, Argentina...then you can finish the trip to Asunción. We leave Miami very early in the morning, arrive in Brazil in the afternoon, and get into Paraguay at nearly mid night.

But, we get to wake up Thursday morning to two beautiful grand daughters, one of whom we have never seen, and share Thanksgiving with them!!! A first for all of us!!!


This is to be our "survey trip" but ,I think I will be surveying the grand babies mostly!!!! My son in law seems to have figured it out already!!!

Can you tell I am excited?!?!?!?!?

Por Fin !!!!

Apparently, if you post in Spanish...you are a genius!!!

h/t pen of jen
I had to keep trying!!!

For New Readers

This Had Been Our Home,

from BIMI World Magazine

This is an article that we had written for our missions magazine last year. I thought it might explain our situation a little better for some of you who do not know us.


by Clint Vernoy

From the window of the Cessna 206 aircraft we took one last, long heart–wrenching look at the jungle village that had been our home. Circumstances beyond our control had forced us to leave a decade of work in the jungles of Venezuela. How do you simply fly away from ten years of working to learn a language…to establish a home, and to build relationships with some of the most precious people on earth? We had shared our lives with theirs, mingling our joys and sadness. We had become family with these Indian tribesmen through the blood of Jesus Christ! Through tear–stained eyes, we said good–bye to our Ye’kwana family, and the village they called Chajuraña.

Read more Here!

Para mis amigos Venezolanos!

La gravidad del asunto Greenwood

* Los derechos humanos de un extranjero son los mismos de un venezolano republicano bolivariense.

* Los supuestos cargos en contra de los Greenwoods no justifican que su esposa, con seis meses de embarazo, dos abortos previos, una niña de un año en brazos y un niño de 4 años, haya sido embarcada en un avión militar Hércules para volar entre San Carlos de Río Negro y Puerto Ayacucho, con claros signos de extrema fatiga y estrés, desoyendo los ruegos de su esposo a desistir de ello por sus antecedentes de aborto. Se les acusó de estar trabajando en San Carlos de Río Negro sin autorización. La verdad es que estaban allí de visita, en casa de amigos, y cándidamente preguntaron a un guardia nacional si habría algún problema en que el se residenciada en la zona y trabajara en ella. Su crimen fue haber expresado un deseo, "crimen" atroz que demandó la movilización de importantes recursos del estado, y de la sumaria expulsión del país de la familia Greenwood. Si la acusación hubiera sido cierta, aun no habría revestido la gravedad como para poner en peligro a una madre gestando y al bebé en su vientre.

* En Puerto Ayacucho no se les permitió ir a su casa, ni siquiera bajo custodia militar. Fueron obligados a pernoctar en edificaciones militares sin conocer cargos ni qué sería de ellos.

* Fueron embarcados al siguiente día al Aeropuerto Nacional de Maiquetía, donde permanecieron detenidos hasta el momento de su deportación al día siguiente de su arribo.

* Les fue imposible a su pastor y su abogado tener acceso a ellos. Parece la orden fue de evitar a toda costa cualquier asesoramiento legal. Ellos tenían pleno derecho a un abogado y un ministro religioso a su lado. Ellos tenían derecho a recibir formal notificación de las acusaciones en su contra y apelar cualquier sentencia. Todo esto les fue en todo tiempo negado.

* Les informaron la embajada de su país había sido notificada y que el embajador les esperaría en el aeropuerto. Todo fue falso. Todo esto nos revela lo pronto que querían expulsarlo del país.

* Solo imaginen que un aborto se hubiera iniciado en pleno vuelo, en una cabina no presurizada, y sin asistencia médica a la mano. Hubiera sido la peor de las pesadillas para ellos!

ESTO LE PUEDE PASAR A CUALQUIER FAMILIA EXTRANJERA RESIDENCIADA EN EL PAIS.

SI NO HUBO DERECHOS PARA ELLOS, ALGUIEN PUEDE DECIDIR QUE NO LOS HABRÁ PARA LOS VENEZOLANOS!


For my English speaking readers:

The seriousness of the Greenwood situation.

*The human rights of a foreigner are the same as a citizen of The Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela.

* The alleged crimes against the Greenwoods does not justify that his wife, being 6 months pregnant, with 2 previous miscarriages, a one year old daughter in arms, and a 4 year old son, to have been forced to board a military plane for a flight between, San Carlos de Rio Negro and Puerto Ayaucho, with obvious signs of fatigue and stress, against the warnings of her husband against the flight, in light of her previous miscarriages. They were accused of "working" in San Carlos without authorization. The truth is, they were there visiting, staying in the home of friends, and candidly asked the National Guard if there would be a problem for them to set up a residence and work in the area. Their crime was only to have expressed a desire, an "atrocious crime" that required the mobilization of important state resources, and the summary expulsion from the country of the Greenwood family. If the accusations had been true, it still would not have justified the seriousness of putting in danger a mother and the baby in her womb.

*In Puerto Ayacucho, they were not allowed to go to their home, even under military guard. They were forced to over night in military premises without knowing the charges or what was to become of them.

*They were flown the following day to the International airport in Maiquetia, where they remained under detention until the moment of their deportation the following day.

*It was impossible for their pastor or lawyer to have access to them. It seems the order was to avoid allowing them any legal aide at all cost. They had every right to a lawyer and a religious minister to be at their side. Neither did they receive a formal notification of the accusations against them or what their sentence would be. All this was denied them the entire time of their detention.

*They were told that the US Embassy had been notified and that the American Ambassador would be waiting for them at the airport. This was false. This reveals to us the desire to quickly deport them from the country.

* Just imagine if she had began to miscarry in flight, in an unpressurized cabin, without medical assistance at hand. It would have been their worse nightmare!

THIS CAN HAPPEN TO ANY FOREIGN FAMILY RESIDING IN THE COUNTRY.

IF THEY HAD NO RIGHTS, SOMEONE CAN DECIDE THAT THERE WILL NO BE RIGHTS FOR VENEZUELANS EITHER!

UPDATE:Greenwood Situation

I have just spoken with Sarah Greenwood's father. Gary, Sarah, and the two children, are all being held.They have been flown to Caracas and are still being detained by the authorities.

Sarah is pregnant and she has had miscarriages before. Please pray for her and the unborn child. They are fine but not very comfortable with their situation. They are to be deported from Venezuela, possibly today if there is space on a flight.

Pray for the children, Sarah, and for Gary to be able to be a witness and glorify God in this situation.

The US Embassy is aware of the situation as well.

Urgent!!

A North American missionary, Gary Greenwood, is being held in the town of San Carlos,Venezuela. Charged with violation of his Visa, his wife is 9 months pregnant. He is being threatened with a prison sentence. His Venezuelan pastor and lawyer are working and hope to get the charges dropped, possibly with a deportation. Please pray for the family and also for the repercussions this will have on other missionaries still in Venezuela.

I know this family very well.

Things I Missed

While being very busy in several conferences and not having access to the Internet, several important dates slipped by and I was not able to acknowledge them.

I missed the Marine Corp Birthday!!!

I missed Veterans Day!!!

I missed the first anniversary of my blog!!!!




My first experience of celebrating at the Marine Corp Birthday Ball is one I will never forget! Being the innocent Preacher's Kid and a new wife of a marine, I did not realize the punch was spiked! Enough said!!! I leave the rest to your imaginations!





For Veteran's Day, I was reminded of the first mil blogger I began to follow, Lumberjack in a Desert - jrsalzman.com A few weeks after I began reading his blog he was wounded. I have prayed daily for him, and his wife also, as they deal with this. I do not know either of them. Now he has gone and won BestOutdoor Sports Athlete! And he looks great, don't you think?

( The Jungle Hut is the house with the palm roof and tin roof add on.
My husband took this on his last flight over the village.)

And then the anniversary of The Jungle Hut!!! It was an accident, I never meant to start a blog! But I have enjoyed sharing my simple stories with you all and have been amazed as I see the new people stopping by to read. It is helping me as I gather my thoughts for the book I hope to write and get feed back from you all as I post short stories from the jungle and my life. Now, all I need is an editor to fix my awful grammar and punctuation and typos...

A Quick Update

I know it seems like I have dropped off the edge of the world, but we are involved in a great mission conference at MVBC: Welcome! and it is an 8 day conference, very busy, but a blast!!!

My favorite event was meeting this Adult TCK, "Tim", who was born in Paraguay and true to his MK roots, he showed up at the men's dinner with a thermos of hot "mate " and cup and silver straw. He was willing to share, a friendly Paraguayan custom.



We head back to Florida next Tuesday and I am looking forward to seeing my son and having my internet back!! I also am ready to get warm! It was in the 20's! Not a good thing for me... me and cold are like cats and water!! Something terrible, best avoided at all costs.

I have enjoyed reading all of your comments and miss visiting all your blogs...can't wait to be able to catch up with everyone.

A lot has been happening in the country of Venezuela as well. More violence and clashes between protesters and police. Food shortages continue and the government continues on it's merry way to total and complete tyranny.

My personal analysis is that the country will continue on the downward slope we have been slowly sliding down for ten years, or more if you look at the root causes. Chavez will not leave, the opposition is not united, most people are holding back for fear of being abandoned yet again by a weak opposition.

I do stay in contact with many people in the country and the shortages are worse in some places. This is now normal.

Next week I will try and gather more info on all the latest and visit around to everyones blog...I miss my cyber buddies! I also, have been told by Ye'kwanaman that now I must share one of my own language humiliations!! So...keep a watch out for an upcoming post entitled,

"Jungle Mom, aka Captain Ahab, The Whale killer!"

Squirrels

Learning another language is not always fun or easy, but it is interesting! Spanish is an easy language, linguistically speaking, to learn. It is a phonetic language where, unlike in English, the phonetic rules rarely have exceptions. Grammatically, it is ordered and organized around the verbs, so once you learn the forms, you just begin to add vocabulary and work on accents. The hardest part is of course the subjunctive forms of the verbs. Arrggghh!!!!

I, of course, did not appreciate this aspect of the Spanish language until much later when I would need to learn the Ye'kwana language. The Ye'kwana language is everything the Spanish language is not. Add to that the fact you have no language instructors or anyone around you who even know what a verb is. The grammar is different in that the nouns are possessed and the language is built around the nouns. I used to say that the nouns were possessed alright, DEMON possessed!!!

But back to squirrels... When we first arrived in Venezuela, my husband took the pastorate of Iglesia Bautista la Santa Biblia and immediately had to begin preparing sermons for 4 messages a week. He spoke Spanish fairly well , but still had to put a lot of time and effort into sermon preparation.

One Sunday he stood to deliver the sermon to the congregation. His sermon was well thought out, very well developed, easy three point outline to follow along with good illustrations to emphasize his points. The subject matter of the sermon was "Pride".

For 30 minutes he delivered his sermon on "Pride". He railed on the congregation to search out "pride' where ever it might be found in our lives. God abhors "Pride" and there is no place for "pride" in the christian's life. As I said, it was a challenging message.

The problem was that the congregation was not responsive. Actually, they were responding, but not appropriately! Many people were grinning ear to ear. Others were obviously trying not to laugh out loud. Some chose to look down at their feet for the entire sermon, with their shoulders shaking with silent mirth! The youth of the congregation were outright laughing.

After the service, my husband was disheartened with the spirit of the congregation. He told me he knew he had been led to speak against "Pride" and did not understand the problem with the people. I had to tell him... for 30 minutes he had orated not against "Pride" ( the Spanish word is "Orgullo") but rather against "Squirrels"!!! ( the Spanish word is "Ardilla)

The mental pictures were quite funny! Christians hunting out squirrels and killing them! God hating squirrels! No room for squirrels in the christian's life! A real riot !!!!

The following week my husband did not want to preach!! He was embarrassed about the sermon of the week before, however, being the Pastor, he had to swallow his "squirrels" and preach any way!