"Not called!'" did you say? "Not heard the call," I think you should say. Put your ear down to the Bible, and hear Him bid you go and pull sinners out of the fire of sin. Put your ear down to the burdened, agonized heart of humanity, and listen to its pitiful wail for help.

Go stand by the gates of hell, and hear the damned entreat you to go to their father's house and bid their brothers and sisters and servants and masters not to come there.

Then look Christ in the face ~whose mercy you have professed to obey ~ and tell Him whether you will join heart and soul and body and circumstances in the march to publish His mercy to the world.

~William Booth


Sunday, July 17, 2011

~market

There are a few things I never thought I would do in Guatemala... ride in a cab was one of them. On Sunday after church most of us walked to the Market for the afternoon. (By the way, at this point our luggage and team mates had yet to arrive.) What I love most about the Market (other than the great deals and the woman who remembers Larry from year to year and tries to entice him to buy something for his wife... his mother... his sister... his dog... his enemy)... are the colours. It is such a bright and wonderfully exciting place! I think, having been down here twice before, that I have finally gotten the hang of bartering... either that, or I am just happy to pay what they ask! I have also, after 2 previous years, finally figured out how to get home from the market! (Turn right at the church with the funny animal shaped hedges.... turn right at the peach sponge painted house... unfortunately, that house seems to be painted a different colour every year!)

Our day at the market ended in a down pour.... the typical 4pm rainy season downpour. Seeing as we had no other clothing to change in to - still no luggage - we thought it best not to walk home... so yes.... we (and by we, I mean Sam.... our Spanish speaking gentleman who spent the afternoon carrying our bags around the market) hailed a cab. And by cab, I mean a car that was missing half of its front end... with only one windshield wiper that works - on the passenger side... and that made it feel like we were dragging on the ground. But hey.... we made it home safe and sound and with a little less money in our pockets. 

~cr
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