Sunday, September 23, 2007
Baja Report
Dear UR,
How was your vacation? I hope you all had a good time and are safely home by now. We are doing ok, although Marilu and I are both having dental problems. We need to go to the dentist for fillings, but I am not so crazy about going and letting them stick rusty instruments in my mouth. Argh. Other than that we are fine.
Do you know anyone who has a schoolbus to donate? The pueblo is sorely in need of one. The ministry that has been picking up the kids in their bus for the past two years last week, informed the director of the public school that they wanted the school moved onto the ministry property! As of today the bus is no longer available to the schoolchildren. The families have already paid a $200 peso “cooperation fee” that was to go for maintenance on the school bus for this school year. It is against the law for the school to be moved and there is absolutely no good cause to do so anyway. The school, which started in a tent, is coming along nicely with three whole classrooms and decent bathrooms existing now. The school director asked Frank if we could help and he told her we would put the word out. Let me know if you hear anything.
I am working on the book(editing) pretty steadily and am making good progress, I think.
Church was really great here Sunday. The Presence was THICK.
I am trying to reach Glenda re: kids curriculum. I know they come down every 1st Saturday of the month so we should get it in a couple of weeks. I will let you know.
Love,
sd
Fall arrived on the heels of the last hurricane; Henry or Inez was its name I think. We have experienced hurricanes turned tropical storm about a dozen times this summer but literally overnight the season has changed. Yesterday was muggy and dark, this morning the chill outside my blankets kept me in for an extra 15 minutes! This time summer is not coming back , I can tell by the smell in the air and a certain “crispness” that only surfaces in autumn.
Our son Ramon turned 13 last week. I can see the man that he will be in glimpses at the oddest moments. Right now, he is making peanut butter sandwiches, two whole loaves of them, for the kids that come everyday. They should be here by 8:oo. Ramon has taken a liking to one of the girls her name is Julia. I thank God for giving my son the opportunity to get to know a culture full of mysteries, a culture that is rapidly disappearing. He has two pages of phrases in these people’s dialect, which he uses to communicate with his new friends. They hang around the Mission Base where we live every day now, playing on the swings and slide that the guys installed and eating PBJ sandwiches.
I have spent several hours in the past week just observing these folks at their camp down the road. They are much more open on their own turf. I am just amazed that I am in the middle of a situation that is like something you see on National Geographic! This group has several distinct differences from the other groups that we work with. Of primary importance I believe is the fact that they seem to have been very sheltered thus far. There are 65 of them here in Baja right now, with another group of roughly the same number is still in Guerrerro, either too old to make the trip or one of those who stayed behind to care for the weak. This group or tribe is called Ixpa, which is an offshoot of Mixteco. Of these 65, none of them have ever been to school. They have NOT been exposed to Catholicism or any other mainstream religion. They do practice some type of religion, which is highly secretive and seems to revolve around the sun, the heavens, and the earth. The men, as in the other groups we have worked with, are allowed to set up house with multiple women making for very large families. The entire group is governed by a small group of the older men. Where they will live, work, eat all is decided by these guys. There appear to be 6 of them and govern is all that they do. They do not go to work outside of the camp as the others do. The women take turns caring for the group’s children and working in the fields. It is a childcare system to be envied by many a working mother in the States. A woman who \is pregnant will actually give birth in the field but once the baby has arrived she has her turn at caring for the children and probably won’t work in the fields for the first 3 months. The children rarely cry. These people seem fairly healthy, in spite of the poverty that they have narrowly avoided for the moment. The most frequent health problems are diabetes, gastro intestinal afflictions and skin diseases due to unsanitary food storage and preparation and unsanitary living conditions. They are a migrant group, who stays no more than 6 weeks in one camp when in their home state of Guerrerro. They move they downriver once they have depleted the natural resources of a particular camp. They are accustomed to moving before growing or living spaces can become contaminated by human waste. Therefore, when they come here and are forced to live in one place they are unaccustomed to cleaning up waste as it is created thus causing filthy conditions. They do need to be taught how to live in one place. In their camp as I have mentioned before they do not wear clothing as they do when they go out. I have noticed that they wear the same clothes every day when they come to the mission. They have expressed that they need clothing for themselves and the children. They really don’t care much about shoes at all and only a few of them sport any footwear. That sounds incredibly simple, but it is true.
In these few weeks of getting to know this group curiosity about me has worn off and I am accepted by the women (for the most part) and basically ignored by the men. It is a very male dominated society. I have established a combination of hand-signs and Spanish that allows me to communicate with a couple of the women and the older children. It is woefully slow going, but it suffices for now. I believe the Lord will quicken their language in my Spirit the way He did Spanish! Candelaria is the young lady who tries the hardest to understand me. She could be anywhere from 17 to 25 I think. They have a timeless quality that makes it difficult to guess their age and none of them seem to know when they were born or attach any import to their age. Anyway, she was explaining to me that one of the older women was experiencing stomach pain. I asked if I could pray for her. Of course, she had no clue what I was talking about! She did not understand the word “pray” in Spanish and I don’t know how to say it yet in her dialect. So, I proceeded to try to explain what prayer is, that I can speak to my God
Praise the Lord, she finally said that I could pray for her. I carefully laid my hands upon her and let Holy Spirit direct my prayer. At that point I felt the Presence of the Lord so palpably that I actually had the thought that the Lord was physically there, around us and inside of me, my gut actually knotted up and I could FEEL the words of my prayer language as they were birthed in me and they gushed out like water. I don’t know what all I prayed but I recall that I proclaimed healing in Jesus Name. Thankfully she is tiny, because she actually FELL OUT in the yard and I alone was there to catch her. (this is interesting and speaks of the power of God, as this person had never seen anyone else “fall out” or slain in the Spirit, so she was entirely genuine in her actions) All of the kids came off the swings and the slide and piled up behind each other like raccoons peering around each other trying to figure out what the heck I had done. She wept and wept. The other ladies gathered round her as I sat her up in the dirt and called for a chair. They began speaking rapidly to each other, the oldest lady interrogating her. Whatever the Lord did, it must have been good. I can’t speak enough of their language to get the details out of her but after she finally stopped crying all of the others wanted me to touch them!
And so I spoke blessings over them in Jesus’ Name but I hesitate to do much more for I can not yet explain with words that they understand WHO Jesus is. I believe we are the first people to bring the Gospel to this group. I do not know if you all realize how important that is, but it is SO wonderful to me. I ask that you all, who have remained so faithful to this ministry, to intercede for us to have the understanding necessary to teach these people the Good News. Also in canceling out the curses and infimities that come as a result of being entrenched in witchcraft and superstition. Francisco and I have prayed and made the decision to step out in faith and start providing breakfast daily for this group. Food seems to be an equalizer and they definitely need it, (you may have noticed in the pictures the white spots on the children’s faces as well as the “burnt” appearance of the tips of their hair which indicate malnutrition.) but most importantly it is a way to build relationships with them that will enable us to teach them the Truth about Jesus. We believe that for about $25 USD a day we can feed all of the women and children who don’t work in the fields. At the same time we can teach them basic hygiene and preventative health care. We will feed them here at the mission instead of over at the building for the time being as we have learned that some of the groups of Indians do not get along well with the other groups.
The parents of the children in the pueblo are tremendously anxious for us to begin the feeding program over there and we have set the fifth of the month as the date to begin the program over there. The pueblo continues to grow by leaps and bounds, it is not only inhabited by indigenous people but by extremely poor Mexican people. The proximity to the fields is drawing all types of people to stake a claim there. Just about everyone who lives there is in a severe state of lack, a perfect stage for the Glory of God!
Again I must say Praise Jesus! For His provision for us and for you all as well. Greetings to the brethren there, we pray for you all without ceasing.
Marcial finally had his hernia surgery although he was no longer experiencing any pain, and he is doing well and on bed rest for the week.
UPDATE: I wrote the above on Monday. Today one of the older men who governs the tribe appeared here at the mission. He has heard the story of Candelaria falling out and has requested a meeting with me in Frank’s prescence to explain what happened. I will meet with him on Sunday after church and I am extremely excited by what can happen then!
