Last Day of Ministry

by Erica

I woke up Friday morning very weary. The week had caught up with me.

We boarded the bus and headed to the outskirts of town to an elderly men's home. (Scott, it was right past the colonia that you visited-I believe you said the Farmers in the Desert). There wasn't much around. There were about 10 men, a pastor and his family, and another family who helped run the place. The men were very sweet. They didn't need us to do anything for them-just having different people around was enough for them. But we basically did everything there with them that we had done all week. They enjoyed the songs and crafts, the games and the hair washing. We even had someone who came along and cut their hair.I admit that due to my tiredness, I didn't spend much time with the men. I wandered around their property much of the day observing all that was going on.

Marissa, one of our translators, had been with us all week . Whenever I needed a translator, I would look for her. We had a chance to sit down and chat for a good amount of time at the end of the day. She is a very mature 17 year old who accepted Christ a few years ago. I may not have ministered to the men in a direct way, but I felt like my time with her was very precious. She has an open invitation to stay with us if the oppertunity ever presents itself.
It look a long time to get home. We were stuck in traffic for an hour maybe even two. I remembered the clock read 10:00 when I sat down for dinner.

It was a good day and I know the men enjoyed the day as well. Final thoughts and reflections of the week will come in the next post.