Changing into His Likeness
As we pulled to a stop in Ensenada, one of the vans simply … died. The starter wouldn’t turn over.
….. “Grrrr, grrrrrr, grrrrrrr”
Oh oh. Were we going to be stuck 70 miles from our final destination? Bob Moorhead made some calls while several of the guys checked the engine. Nada. Thinking we might have to leave a van in Ensenada for repair and load everything and /one from Van 2 into the other three vans, we considered options – and prayed. Suddenly the engine turned over!
We jumped back into the vans and drove to the next stop sign, where the van again died. After waiting awhile it started up … then our van wouldn’t start. Its battery was dead. Oh joy! Between frustration, various ideas, and prayers, Larry found jumper cables in his truck – wallah! Jumped the battery and the van started right up. We began driving to San Vicente and one of the lights turned orange. Al, driving the dying van, was in the #2 position. He roared around the #1 to made the left turn, and didn’t stop until he got safely to the ranch! We had decided not to stop for dinner since getting here safely was a higher priority.
After 14-15 hours on the road, we were tired, just a mite cranky, hungry, and had gone through a number of “Why are they doing this?” “What’s that for?” “Why are we driving so slowly?”. So at about 9 last night a number of people cooked up bacon and eggs and oh, they tasted so yummy!
I set our alarm for 7:15 am, and started brushing my teeth. Don spoke up. “My watch says 6:10.”
I checked my watch, which agreed with Don’s – I think my cell phone clock thinks Mexico isn’t on daylight savings time. Delighted, we slept another hour.
I saw Sobeida, her sisters Elsa, Esperanza, and Cassandra (the one I heard speak for the first time last year), their brother Octavio, and other young friends in church this morning. What a delight to give and receive our young friends’ hugs. Cassandra actually responded verbally to a question in church – with at least one full sentence, perhaps more (my Spanish is limited). Martine’s sermon, delivered in Spanish and translated for us, challenged us to run from temptation rather than placing ourselves in its way. Worshiping together with friends from another culture and country is an awesome reminder of the greatness of our God, who spans, and holds the world together. Our time together made yesterday’s challenges fade into nothingness.
We are changing from a disparate group comprised of all ages, backgrounds, and various churches into a family, and more into Christ’s likeness, as we worship, and will serve together.