I love Peru!

Here's some pictures of the inside and outside of our church (and home) so you have more of a visual of where I am. And here's Breanne, Roxy, and I collecting palm branches for palm Sunday. Yeah, our life here pretty much rocks!
And have I told you lately that I love you?

Come to church with me this morning...

I wish you could be with me this beautiful morning. So picture it in your mind, and come with me. It is in a clean, small, hot church. Everyone is kissing me, genuinely glad to see me. And I am glad to see them. We can't open the windows today because last week the neighbors complained that we were too loud. So we bring in the fans.

I am playing piano this Easter morning at church in Peru. I am missing home today, but glad to be part of the service. Playing piano is a strange mix of feeling back in my comfort zone, and at the same time unsure of myself here in this country, where the words are so different to my ears.

I am trying to understand the sermon. It is about the Resurrection. I kind of follow it, but it takes so much concentration. And I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. Oh dear, I missed that scripture reference. Where are we? Lord, help to learn Spanish. Thank You for your resurrection.

The offering basket goes by, and I'm watching people give what they have to Jesus. Roxy is giving her testimony, and I'm cheering her on. Now 2 young people are giving testimonies from the youth retreat this past week, and I'm wondering if I'm making a difference here. I'm wondering what more I can be doing. I'm praying for the Holy Spirit to flow through me. Why can't I understand more Spanish? What are they saying?

It is getting hotter and hotter as the service continues, and I'm living more and more for the seconds when the fan points to me. 10 seconds to rotate, 2 seconds on me. 10 seconds off, 2 seconds on. I am wondering if I can sneak out and get some water. Nope, that won't work. The door is behind the pulpit. This is ridiculous. I feel like a little kid fidgeting in church. Sarah, pay attention. And then it's finished.

And I think of another time when those words were said..."It is finished..." And I praise my Jesus for His sacrifice for me, for us. That He would come to earth as a baby, die on the cross for our sins, and rise again--how can that be? What kind of love is that from the God of the universe?

Happy Easter! He is risen indeed!

Kickboxing???

OK, I have learned since being here that being a missionary doesn't always look how I imagined it. But I did not know that kickboxing would be part of my training here. Otto, our host missionary, really wanted us to accompany him to the gym every morning, so today was our first day and we did some kickboxing. (I have to say, I definitely enjoyed it.) He says that we need to be in good shape for our trip up north in May. And after thinking about it, I thought, yeah, a missionary should be in good shape. So I'm kickboxing.

I am getting more involved with the church and building relationships with people. This is a picture of Lisa, myself, and our host mom, Angelita learning to make jewelery with one of the ladies from the church. I gave my testimony in church on Sunday in Spanish (it was translated for me), and everyone was thrilled. Then yesterday we spent some time playing guitar at the park, and playing with some kids there. We met a woman selling jewelry, so we invited her to English classes, showed her where the church was, and she came! Someone there invited her to church on Sunday, and she said she would also come to that. And for me, it was a great moment.

I am totally bonding with my host family here. Jano (pronounced Hano) and his wife Angelita (little angel) are the pastors here. They live upstairs with 2 of their daughters, and we live downstairs, behind the church. They have made us feel so welcomed and loved here, even asking us to call them mami and pappi. Very affectionate. I feel so honored to live and work and love with them. Some people here are calling me Sarita (like little Sarah, very affectionate term), and I love it. I feel like I could fit in here.

So I'm where God wants me for this time. I love walking with Him on the path that He carves out for me, and I pray that same blessing for you.

Lots of love,

Sarita

Kissing and starving

I arrived in Lima, Peru this week. And so far, we've done a lot of kissing. I know, kissing sounds a bit sketchy for a nice missionary girl like myself, but the traditional Peruvian greeting is a kiss on the cheek. Takes a bit of getting used to, but it is very warm and friendly and I like it (usually). And as far as starving...well, we had a bit of a problem with our budget, so we were not really eating a whole lot. Enough to eat three meals a day, but not enough to be full. But we found the problem and now we have plenty of money and food. But it was kind of a good experience. How many people in the world go to bed hungry?

Okay, and is everyone praying for me to learn Spanish, or what? Because I'm learning like a Spanish machine!! Yay! Next week we'll start Spanish lessons, which will be good.

I was reading the story in John 9 about when Jesus heals a blind man. When people ask him how his eyes were opened, he says that it was a man called Jesus. I love that, a man called Jesus. So that's what I've been praying--for you, for me, for my team, and for Peru--that we would encounter a man called Jesus. Everywhere we go, each day, we would meet Him where we're at.

Anyways, it's been a great first week! We saw a bit of the city, so here's a few pictures of us, at the ocean and at the catacombs (a graveyard under a church). Do you like the bones?!