Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Learning our limits
The last month we did some traveling. I was in need of a change. Let's just say in Oruro I learned my limits. It was a much tougher assignment than I would like to admit. Both the Spanish language and the poor living conditions took their toll on me. I was curious of what other options there are in the country. Thus we went to check out 2 newly started English groups and a Spanish congregation the Circuit Overseer suggested as they are in desperate need of help.
Our
first stop was La Paz. In the past we spent plenty of time in
the city for immigration paperwork. This time we were here with the idea of possibly supporting a new English group. It was refreshing to enjoy a meeting in English delivered by a local missionary brother. The La Paz English group is a
small group of 12 publishers that is more like a family than a congregation. Yesterday we heard that they just started weekly Public talks and Watchtower studies. We joined them in the ministry for a couple of days. There is some house-to-house territory, but mostly the preaching is approach work in
the plazas. We can see that there is plenty of work to do as the city is full of tourists and foreigners who live here. Thus there is a desperate need for more help if anyone wants to come "apoyar".
The couple assigned to start the English group (Pablo and Candi - on the far left in the picture) are also assigned to start the La Paz Chinese
group. One big draw to La Paz is the international feel, we enjoyed a variety of food - Japanese, Chinese and Western cuisine. What a nice
change from the usual greasy chicken and fries we get in Oruro!
Our next stop was Santa Cruz. It is on the other side of the country, about a one hour flight away from La Paz. It is a much lower elevation (400 m / 1,400 feet compared to 3,650 m / 12,000 feet) and tropical. Unfortunately we did not get to enjoy the tropical feel as it was overcast and raining the whole week. But it was a real treat to visit the branch and even enjoy a night's accommodation and a few meals there. It's interesting how the building isn't constructed according to local building standards but, as everything with Jehovah's organization, it was done right.
After our stay at Bethel, we were invited to stay with a family
close to Bethel. The sister (Lidia) is a single mother with 4 children. Her
oldest daughter works in Patterson. Her other two daughters (Andrea and Mariaella) live at
home but are day-time workers at the Bolivian Bethel and attend the
English congregation. We first saw them repairing the air-conditioning units while on our tour. They are repair women at Bethel. Her son (Miguel), the youngest, also lives at home and understands English, so it was easy to get to know them and their amazing, "make you want to cry" story. I don't want to post their personal life on the blog but if anyone is interested send us an email or ask us in person and we'll relate their account.
Next, we visited Santa Cruz to check out English group. There were only 25 or so publishers. The week following our visit they officially became the first English congregation in the country, having all their meetings in English. They also moved to a Kingdom Hall closer to the Bolivian branch. Many of the Bethelites were encouraged to attend and learn English so that they would have the opportunity to go to Gilead. With the Bethelites that are now attending there are about 40 publishers and 11 elders in the congregation. But there is still a huge need for native English speakers to help in the congregation and support the midweek service as the Bethelites cannot.
While we were in Santa Cruz we had the opportunity to share in field ministry one morning doing business witnessing. We also got to see the preaching stand set up in a book fair, much like the one that was highlighted on the May JW Broadcasting program. Near the end of our visit Troy had the privilege of giving a public talk. After the meeting we were invited out by the congregation to enjoy some delicious Italian food with the brothers at a local restaurant. As you can see, most of the congregation came.
Our 3rd stop, Sucre, was a beautiful, colonial city. It is more in the middle of the country with an elevation of around 2,800 m / 9000 feet. That is about the same elevation as when we
lived in Pachuca, Mexico, but with much warmer weather as it's closer to the equator. It's a quaint, historic city
of white buildings with red clay rooftops. It offers nice restaurants
and actual supermarkets. We saw many tourists in the city and there are
several brothers from different countries supporting the local
congregations.
This was the city with the congregation the Circuit Overseer asked us to consider supporting. They have 2 elders but both were out of the country for 3 months for work, overlapping during parts of June and July. They have a large territory to cover including the isolated territory village of Yotala, 45 minutes out
of town. As a comparison in Oruro we "covered" our territory every month whereas in Sucre it is "covered" every 3 months. As well, they just started conducting one meeting a month out in Yotala (isolated territory). At the
June Yotala meeting, 11 people from the community attended and 2 of them commented at the Watchtower study. What a joy it was to meet the 2 missionaries from Mexico, fleshly sisters, who are assigned to congregation America. They are 2 of the most loving sisters we have ever met. The congregation really reflects their love. Everyone in the congregation was very loving and hospitable. While we were there for a week we were invited to stay with a couple from Arizona.
Alonzo and Judith were a great help to the congregation but needed to
return to the USA to help the infirm parents.
Finally we returned to Oruro after 3 weeks on the road. After changing elevation 4 times I learned that not taking the altitude medication was a bad idea. I was sick again but my body fought back and after a few days I was back to normal. We stayed for a week in Oruro before temporarily moving to Sucre to help during the time period that it was without elders.
While in Oruro Troy finally gave his first public talk in Spanish. It went fairly well considering he only had 9 months of Spanish learning.
We stayed in Sucre another 4 weeks helping out. Sucre is also known for the largest paleontological site in the world (or so they claim). When we finally found it, we saw thousands of dinosaur footprints.
While we were there Troy was invited to give his second talk in Spanish for a neighboring congregation. This one went much better!
Now we are in La Paz once again ready for our flight back to Canada for a few weeks. Seems that we are leaving just in time. It's snowing!!!!
It's our anniversary this month so we treated ourselves to a nice hotel and dinner out.
We are excited to see friends and family soon. We have 2 weeks in the Okanagan before heading to Vancouver Island. We hope to see as many of you as possible while we are back.
See you soon.
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| Service group in La Paz English |
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| Bolivian Bethel - Santa Cruz |
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| Residence buildings at Bolivian Branch |
Our next stop was Santa Cruz. It is on the other side of the country, about a one hour flight away from La Paz. It is a much lower elevation (400 m / 1,400 feet compared to 3,650 m / 12,000 feet) and tropical. Unfortunately we did not get to enjoy the tropical feel as it was overcast and raining the whole week. But it was a real treat to visit the branch and even enjoy a night's accommodation and a few meals there. It's interesting how the building isn't constructed according to local building standards but, as everything with Jehovah's organization, it was done right.
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| Lidia, Andrea, Miguel, family and friends |
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| Dinner with Santa Cruz English Congregation |
Next, we visited Santa Cruz to check out English group. There were only 25 or so publishers. The week following our visit they officially became the first English congregation in the country, having all their meetings in English. They also moved to a Kingdom Hall closer to the Bolivian branch. Many of the Bethelites were encouraged to attend and learn English so that they would have the opportunity to go to Gilead. With the Bethelites that are now attending there are about 40 publishers and 11 elders in the congregation. But there is still a huge need for native English speakers to help in the congregation and support the midweek service as the Bethelites cannot.
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| Book fair public witnessing in Santa Cruz |
While we were in Santa Cruz we had the opportunity to share in field ministry one morning doing business witnessing. We also got to see the preaching stand set up in a book fair, much like the one that was highlighted on the May JW Broadcasting program. Near the end of our visit Troy had the privilege of giving a public talk. After the meeting we were invited out by the congregation to enjoy some delicious Italian food with the brothers at a local restaurant. As you can see, most of the congregation came.
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| Toucan paid us a visit |
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| Troy with a Tapir |
There is a large zoo in Santa Cruz that we visited. It is a
little sad as all the animal enclosures are quite small. But at the
same time it was nice to get interactive with some of the animals. Troy
got up close and
personal with this odd looking Tapir, even getting a kiss. The
highlight was visiting the large bird
enclosure. Walking along the elevated boardwalks hundreds of different
types of birds were flying and screeching overhead, some even landing
near and pecking us.
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| Early morning view from our window in Sucre |
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| Selfie with Carmen and Sonia |
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| Troy's first Spanish talk |
Finally we returned to Oruro after 3 weeks on the road. After changing elevation 4 times I learned that not taking the altitude medication was a bad idea. I was sick again but my body fought back and after a few days I was back to normal. We stayed for a week in Oruro before temporarily moving to Sucre to help during the time period that it was without elders.
While in Oruro Troy finally gave his first public talk in Spanish. It went fairly well considering he only had 9 months of Spanish learning.
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| Dinosaur footprints |
We stayed in Sucre another 4 weeks helping out. Sucre is also known for the largest paleontological site in the world (or so they claim). When we finally found it, we saw thousands of dinosaur footprints.
While we were there Troy was invited to give his second talk in Spanish for a neighboring congregation. This one went much better!
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| Anniversary dinner. |
Now we are in La Paz once again ready for our flight back to Canada for a few weeks. Seems that we are leaving just in time. It's snowing!!!!
It's our anniversary this month so we treated ourselves to a nice hotel and dinner out.
We are excited to see friends and family soon. We have 2 weeks in the Okanagan before heading to Vancouver Island. We hope to see as many of you as possible while we are back.
See you soon.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Memorial Season update
Back in February we talked about the zone visit. Recently we received an exciting update that despite having only about 24,000 publishers in the country we had over 34,000 in attendance for the Zone Visit, all either recieved the live broadcast or the recorded program later that same day. Quickly following our Zone Visit we started preparations for the Memorial, Circuit Pioneer Meeting and Circuit Assembly.
2015 Memorial (Friday, April 3)
What a joy to experience memorials in a land of growth. We had almost triple our publisher base at the memorial. We have about 85 publishers and we had 240 at our memorial. Our Kingdom Hall only seats about 220 with chairs crammed in well beyond what safety regulations or common sense would dictate. We even had to move chairs to provide access to emergency exits. The extra 20 people that couldn't fit in the main auditorium received the meeting by television / Skype hook up in the second school which is located behind the stage and accessed by walking outside, down the length of the Kingdom Hall and into a separate building.
As punctuality is not one of the strengths here in Bolivia, we likely had more than the official count at our memorial. For instance, as we were finishing handing the wine around in the second school someone showed up. So, we went back to serve him. It became obvious he was one who attended in response to the invitation and was not a study because he hung onto the wine glass not knowing what to do. I suppose he was thinking 'no one else has wine, I should wait until they are all served.' Being late he did not get the benefit of the Memorial Talk's clear explanation on who should partake. Our Ministerial Servant quite humorously began to wrestle with him over the wineglass as he started raising it to his mouth and before he could take a sip. Despite what seemed like an eternity of arm wrestling, nothing was spilled and we were able to return to the Kingdom Hall without incident.
We were happy to have 3 of our bible studies at the Memorial and we took them out for a late dinner afterwards. What a joy to already see results in our ministry. I even had the privilege of saying the prayer over the bread. Thanks be given to our neighbor who helped me get the wording right so I didn't say anything stumbling during our most special annual observance.
Circuit Pioneer Meeting (Saturday, April 4)
The day after our Memorial we had the privilege of going to our first Circuit Pioneer Meeting in Bolivia. Again the Kingdom Hall was packed to bursting ... I believe the unofficial attendance was 210 regular pioneers and that was only part of our circuit.
Statistics
2013 service year - 384 RPs in our Circuit (Sucre, Potosi, Oruro)
2014 service year - 456 RPs (72 more in one year)
Sept 2014 - 1743 publishers
Mar 2015 - 1832 publishers (89 more publishers in 7 months)
A new congregation is formed every year in our circuit. The circuit is growing so fast that it was announced that we would be forming a new circuit as of July 1, 2015. For the first year the Pioneer Schools we be held in all 3 cities (Sucre, Potosi and Oruro) to help with the backlog of Pioneers waiting to go through the school for the first and second times.
Rachel and I even got to be in a demonstration at the Pioneer meeting. I loved hamming up the "bad pioneer" bit.
Circuit Assembly (Sunday, April 5)
Immediately after the pioneer meeting ended we rushed home, gulped down some lunch and sprinted back to the Kingdom Hall to collect the cleaning supplies from the 'deposito' (or storage locker). And then raced to the assembly site and we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more, until about 10:00 pm at night. Rented facilities here are not handed over in good condition. You could literally write your name in the dust that blanketed every nook and cranny of the facility. We swept and washed the floors, we washed the lime stained, brick walls, we scrubbed and disinfected the washrooms, we covered the basketball floors with rubber carpets we rented - which of course had to be swept and washed clean of the confetti and spilled beer from the last event, we washed the windows, we removed bags of garbage from the outside lot ... the list is endless! It was hard work and it was lovely to see the willing spirit of all the brothers that helped.
The assembly started. I relaxed into my chair in the cleaning department office and was just about to start taking notes when one of the brothers who was involved with the morning washroom clean came running into the room. "We're out of water in the washrooms!" he blurted out. Well our department head was the morning program chairman and our first assistant was in the president's office waiting for his turn to give the 3rd talk of the morning. "Oh joy!" as 2nd assistant I get all the fun! That was the last moment I had to enjoy the program all day. From that point on we were trucking barrels of water from a tap 500 meters away, quite appropriately situated in the middle of what seemed to be a small bog, to the convention site. Once there we carried them by bucket up to second floor washrooms where temporary hot-tub sized water drums were waiting to be filled. From there brothers and sisters scooped water to flush toilets and wash hands. It wouldn't have been too bad except it started to pour in the early afternoon and the tap we were using to fill the barrels slowed to a mere trickle. Thus we had to close 3 of the 4 washrooms by the late afternoon and we were soaked just keeping the 1 washroom supplied with water.
The clean up after the assembly was assisted by even more brothers. We fortunately had the baptismal pool water we could use for cleaning. Still we didn't get home until about 9:00 pm that night after finishing the final clean and making sure all the dinky little trucks used for trucking were loaded and dispatched to the 'deposito' once more.
So I'm looking forward to working in a different department next assembly! ;-) (nudge, nudge, winky face to you know who).
During one of the times the barrels were being filled, I managed to sneak away and record Rachel being interviewed during the baptism talk. It was wonderful to see her speaking Spanish before a large crowd of 1,300+ attendees. It brought tears to my eyes! It was either that or the sting of the salty sweat that was rolling down my face. Either way my very shaky, overworked arms captured the worst quality recording you will ever be blessed to see.
Service Updates
We are up to 7 regular, sit-down style studies now. We have about double that in studies but it is hard to keep them regular - whether because of our sicknesses (yes, I'm home sick in bed now and that is why you are getting an update) or cancellations on their part.
For the first time a couple of weeks ago, the mother of a 20 year old that we study with sat in on the study. The daughter was holding her baby in arms, her mother and 8 year old sister were seated beside her. As we sat on chairs in the yard enjoying an outdoor study in the warmth of the sun, it was nice to reflect on the fact that we were helping 3 generations of that family draw close to Jehovah ... 4 if you count the cocoa chewing, Pachamama worshiping, grand-mother who was busily working in the yard pretending to ignore us.
Just last week we got one of our irregular studies pinned down to an appointment. Their 13 year old daughter has been haranguing them to get us over again (it was likely 2 months since our last visit). They were ones with whom I got irritated because they kept missing appointments and they live at the far end of our territory, 20 minutes away by bus and 5 minutes of walking. So I uttered the words "they're dead to me." Well, while we were walking down the street in service the other day, they drove by us, stopped the car and made another appointment. We went back Thursday and had a study with the oldest daughter (17), mother and baby. She stated her 13 year old daughter was heart-broken that she had school and couldn't be there for the study. So she begged us to come back on Saturday when the whole family could be there. So Saturday we trudged back, half expecting they wouldn't be there, but - Lo and Behold - they were all there! They even invited over a 20 year old niece for the hour-long study. What a joy it was to study with a group of 5 eager students sitting around us on bricks and stumps. If only we can keep them regular from this point forward!
And finally there is our public witnessing. Just some quick stats - last month the totals placed at our literature cart - 469 mags, 137 brochures, 37 books and 165 tracts. We also placed about 20 DVDs with all the Caleb, White Board Animations and many other videos burned onto them for the numerous kids that frequent our stand.
What results do we get other than just placements? In just 2 days we received 8 requests for bible studies. Also, a 14 year old boy that frequents the stand came by 3 times in just one day last week. The second visit he brought his friend and her mother who also requested a bible study. With him he had one of the magazines with
the coupon filled out on the back and asked where he should send it to
get his free copy of the Bible Teach book. So I gave him one from my
service bag and showed him the Bible Study process. The third visit he brought his little brother. Now they were some of the children who received the DVD the month before. The wonderful effects of the videos on the young ones can be clearly seen. We were elated hearing him and his brother say they wanted to be Jehovah's Witnesses when they grow up. And the 2 of them stood there and sang along to the Caleb song that was playing on the tablet (we usually display videos while doing the public witnessing as it draws more attention). They had already memorized the words and were singing along with the Bethel video song. I would have taken a video if I could have done so discretely. We are currently trying to get his parents to allow him to study.
So our hearts are brimming with joy. It even helps reflecting on some of the highlights of our past month or so while I lie here in bed. Hopefully my improved mood will be curative for my health.
Paperwork
Yes, we are still doing paperwork for living here. We loved how in a recent Watchtower it talked about the conditions being just right for the expansion of the Good News in the First Century and how Paul would have traveled without needing to worry about immigration and customs. How we LONG to live in such conditions. Last weekend we decided on a last minute trip to the Embassy in La Paz to procure a legalized copy of my passport. Bank machines are changing here and many do not work with our bank cards. Thus the need to get the paperwork in place for online, international, electronic funds transfers.
While in La Paz we gorged ourselves on traditional English food at the English Pub. What a wonderful treat! It was a whirlwind 2 day trip and the likely cause of my current sickness, but it was a refreshing break from the everyday.
Lots of love from us to you. We are missing and looking forward to visiting many of you on our return to Canada in July 8 - Aug 14. If you have some free time, drop us an email and we can let you know our itinerary. We would love to see you!
2015 Memorial (Friday, April 3)
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| Stage for the Memorial 2015 |
What a joy to experience memorials in a land of growth. We had almost triple our publisher base at the memorial. We have about 85 publishers and we had 240 at our memorial. Our Kingdom Hall only seats about 220 with chairs crammed in well beyond what safety regulations or common sense would dictate. We even had to move chairs to provide access to emergency exits. The extra 20 people that couldn't fit in the main auditorium received the meeting by television / Skype hook up in the second school which is located behind the stage and accessed by walking outside, down the length of the Kingdom Hall and into a separate building.
As punctuality is not one of the strengths here in Bolivia, we likely had more than the official count at our memorial. For instance, as we were finishing handing the wine around in the second school someone showed up. So, we went back to serve him. It became obvious he was one who attended in response to the invitation and was not a study because he hung onto the wine glass not knowing what to do. I suppose he was thinking 'no one else has wine, I should wait until they are all served.' Being late he did not get the benefit of the Memorial Talk's clear explanation on who should partake. Our Ministerial Servant quite humorously began to wrestle with him over the wineglass as he started raising it to his mouth and before he could take a sip. Despite what seemed like an eternity of arm wrestling, nothing was spilled and we were able to return to the Kingdom Hall without incident.
We were happy to have 3 of our bible studies at the Memorial and we took them out for a late dinner afterwards. What a joy to already see results in our ministry. I even had the privilege of saying the prayer over the bread. Thanks be given to our neighbor who helped me get the wording right so I didn't say anything stumbling during our most special annual observance.
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| Full house at the Pioneer Meeting |
The day after our Memorial we had the privilege of going to our first Circuit Pioneer Meeting in Bolivia. Again the Kingdom Hall was packed to bursting ... I believe the unofficial attendance was 210 regular pioneers and that was only part of our circuit.
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| Demo at Pioneer Meeting |
Statistics
2013 service year - 384 RPs in our Circuit (Sucre, Potosi, Oruro)
2014 service year - 456 RPs (72 more in one year)
Sept 2014 - 1743 publishers
Mar 2015 - 1832 publishers (89 more publishers in 7 months)
A new congregation is formed every year in our circuit. The circuit is growing so fast that it was announced that we would be forming a new circuit as of July 1, 2015. For the first year the Pioneer Schools we be held in all 3 cities (Sucre, Potosi and Oruro) to help with the backlog of Pioneers waiting to go through the school for the first and second times.
Rachel and I even got to be in a demonstration at the Pioneer meeting. I loved hamming up the "bad pioneer" bit.
Circuit Assembly (Sunday, April 5)
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| Rented arena set up for the Circuit Assembly |
Immediately after the pioneer meeting ended we rushed home, gulped down some lunch and sprinted back to the Kingdom Hall to collect the cleaning supplies from the 'deposito' (or storage locker). And then raced to the assembly site and we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more, until about 10:00 pm at night. Rented facilities here are not handed over in good condition. You could literally write your name in the dust that blanketed every nook and cranny of the facility. We swept and washed the floors, we washed the lime stained, brick walls, we scrubbed and disinfected the washrooms, we covered the basketball floors with rubber carpets we rented - which of course had to be swept and washed clean of the confetti and spilled beer from the last event, we washed the windows, we removed bags of garbage from the outside lot ... the list is endless! It was hard work and it was lovely to see the willing spirit of all the brothers that helped.
The assembly started. I relaxed into my chair in the cleaning department office and was just about to start taking notes when one of the brothers who was involved with the morning washroom clean came running into the room. "We're out of water in the washrooms!" he blurted out. Well our department head was the morning program chairman and our first assistant was in the president's office waiting for his turn to give the 3rd talk of the morning. "Oh joy!" as 2nd assistant I get all the fun! That was the last moment I had to enjoy the program all day. From that point on we were trucking barrels of water from a tap 500 meters away, quite appropriately situated in the middle of what seemed to be a small bog, to the convention site. Once there we carried them by bucket up to second floor washrooms where temporary hot-tub sized water drums were waiting to be filled. From there brothers and sisters scooped water to flush toilets and wash hands. It wouldn't have been too bad except it started to pour in the early afternoon and the tap we were using to fill the barrels slowed to a mere trickle. Thus we had to close 3 of the 4 washrooms by the late afternoon and we were soaked just keeping the 1 washroom supplied with water.
The clean up after the assembly was assisted by even more brothers. We fortunately had the baptismal pool water we could use for cleaning. Still we didn't get home until about 9:00 pm that night after finishing the final clean and making sure all the dinky little trucks used for trucking were loaded and dispatched to the 'deposito' once more.
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| Rachel's interview during the Baptism Talk |
During one of the times the barrels were being filled, I managed to sneak away and record Rachel being interviewed during the baptism talk. It was wonderful to see her speaking Spanish before a large crowd of 1,300+ attendees. It brought tears to my eyes! It was either that or the sting of the salty sweat that was rolling down my face. Either way my very shaky, overworked arms captured the worst quality recording you will ever be blessed to see.
Service Updates
We are up to 7 regular, sit-down style studies now. We have about double that in studies but it is hard to keep them regular - whether because of our sicknesses (yes, I'm home sick in bed now and that is why you are getting an update) or cancellations on their part.
For the first time a couple of weeks ago, the mother of a 20 year old that we study with sat in on the study. The daughter was holding her baby in arms, her mother and 8 year old sister were seated beside her. As we sat on chairs in the yard enjoying an outdoor study in the warmth of the sun, it was nice to reflect on the fact that we were helping 3 generations of that family draw close to Jehovah ... 4 if you count the cocoa chewing, Pachamama worshiping, grand-mother who was busily working in the yard pretending to ignore us.
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| Rachel Public Witnessing at the AutoVenta |
And finally there is our public witnessing. Just some quick stats - last month the totals placed at our literature cart - 469 mags, 137 brochures, 37 books and 165 tracts. We also placed about 20 DVDs with all the Caleb, White Board Animations and many other videos burned onto them for the numerous kids that frequent our stand.
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| Demonstrating a study at Public Witnessing |
So our hearts are brimming with joy. It even helps reflecting on some of the highlights of our past month or so while I lie here in bed. Hopefully my improved mood will be curative for my health.
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| Steak and Ale pie at English Pub |
Yes, we are still doing paperwork for living here. We loved how in a recent Watchtower it talked about the conditions being just right for the expansion of the Good News in the First Century and how Paul would have traveled without needing to worry about immigration and customs. How we LONG to live in such conditions. Last weekend we decided on a last minute trip to the Embassy in La Paz to procure a legalized copy of my passport. Bank machines are changing here and many do not work with our bank cards. Thus the need to get the paperwork in place for online, international, electronic funds transfers.
While in La Paz we gorged ourselves on traditional English food at the English Pub. What a wonderful treat! It was a whirlwind 2 day trip and the likely cause of my current sickness, but it was a refreshing break from the everyday.
Lots of love from us to you. We are missing and looking forward to visiting many of you on our return to Canada in July 8 - Aug 14. If you have some free time, drop us an email and we can let you know our itinerary. We would love to see you!
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wedding - Trip to Potosi - service update - everyday life
Wedding preparation
We got to enjoy our first Bolivian wedding last month. Rachel, Yovi and Yolanda got the joy of preparing chocolate covered fruit platters, Bolivian meatballs and salsa, and deviled eggs (something Bolivians have never heard of) as appetizers. There were 22 tables and 220 guests. It was a hectic couple of days preparing but you can see the tasty results below.
Our trip to Potosi
Our friends from England recently found out they cannot renew their VISAs. They will be returning home by the end of March. Once again we our losing our friends. Thus we decided to go to Potosi to bid them adieu, adios, farewell, sayonara, aufwiedersehen, ciao ... BUT ... it wasn't clear skies and beautiful scenery all the way there.
We hit a rock in the road ... or should I say many rocks ... as we got closer to Potosi. In Bolivia it is common for disgruntled people with complaints to block the highways - called 'bloqueados'. On this occasion it was the miners who had a beef. Fortunately, unlike the violent bloqueados of the past, there was no pelting with rocks of persons crossing the blockade. Perhaps it was the large police presence that deterred them?!?! Still it was quite the half hour hike up the hill, especially considering the 14,000 foot elevation!
After arriving and getting settled in we decided to take a mine tour of Cerro Rico, the infamous mountain of Potosi (g96 8/8 p20-21). Legend says that they could build a bridge from Potosi to Spain with the silver they extracted. The horror of the story is that they could also build a bridge of the same span with the bones of all those who have died extracting the ore, mainly native indigenous and African slaves who were forced to work in the mines.
A custom for those visiting the mines is that they stop at local merchant shops to buy gifts for the miners. The usual gifts are bottles of 96% alcohol, coco leaves, water, cigarettes and dynamite. Miners don't eat while in the mines, they just chew coco leaves and drink alcohol for energy. This reduces the need for washroom breaks. They also need to supply their own dynamite. They only receive a pay check if they find valuable ore. Thus it is understandable why it is customary for tourists to bring them gifts.
Potosi also happens to be one of the only areas (perhaps THE ONLY) where you can buy dynamite without a permit or providing any documentation or identification at all. Even children can buy dynamite. We couldn't resist the urge! When will we get the opportunity to buy and detonate dynamite again?
One shocking surprise, as we sat in the 'tienda' our guide unwrapped a stick of dynamite and had us hold it. It felt like sticky play dough with a fish smell. While we passed it around Marco lit a match and slid it along the dynamite in our hands!!! Apparently a chemical reaction with the mercury in the blasting cap (or primer) is what causes the dynamite to explode. It would have been nice to have that explained before the match was placed next to the stick of unwrapped dynamite!
After a short bus ride to the base of Cerro Rico, reaching about 14,500 feet elevation, we were ready to enter the mine. Pausing at the tunnel entrance, Marco explained that the dark staining above the mouth of the tunnel was llama blood. The miners splash it there much in the same way the Israelites splashed sheeps blood on their doorposts during 'Pascua' or Passover. He went on to explain that at the entrance is where the Catholic religion stops. From there forward the religion of the Pachamama rules. This is the indigenous peoples religion.
Not far inside the cave entrance is a large, human sized idol of 'Tio'. Tio is the Spanish word for uncle but it's origin in the case of the idol is from the Kechua peoples attempt to say the Spanish word for God, 'Dios'. Apparently Kechua does not have a sound for D thus attempts to say Dios came out as Tio. The Tio idol was a disgusting red devil with a giant penis. Upon entering the cave the customary way to appease his anger and have his blessing in making the mountain fertile is by putting coco leaves on the idol, pouring alcohol on it and lighting a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth. As long as the cigarette is burning you have his permission to enter. The people are a lot like their gods in their habits. What a protection for our health that we worship the clean god!
Inside the tunnels we ascended and descended to various parallel mine-shafts at different elevations. The smooth clay lining the shafts made this a little dicey. At times we took turns helping place each others feet onto the rough hewn steps. Occasionally we would get distracted by the veins of minerals glistening above us, but only for a moment or two as we would end up tripping over the uneven muddy ground if we didn't pay constant attention to where we placed our feet.
A couple of times we stopped to rest in small, dead end, side tunnels. The first time we stopped to get a lesson on how to place and pack dynamite. The second time to safely wait in a side tunnel for the dynamite to be exploded. It was an eerie feeling to hear the 'thwump' of the explosion and have a rush of air push past us. It reminded us of the impact tremors felt during Jurassic Park during the first scene with the T-Rex. Yes, this is an active mine that we were touring.
Waiting and conversing with the miners we got to find out many of the details of life as a Bolivian miner. It is definitely not a safe or easy job! All along the walls of many tunnels there are small, crystalline, snow-flake like or fiberglass like coatings. This, we found out, is arsenic. Miners here don't wear protective breathing masks. They sometimes can be seen pulling their sweaters up over their mouths when it is really dusty. Thus one danger for miners is dying of silicosis, a lung disease from breathing the airborne arsenic and silica minerals. To test for bad air down the tunnels they throw a juicy orange. They check it 4 or 5 hours later. If it has dehydrated then they know air quality is dangerous and they avoid that tunnel.
They also have to push the full ore carts weighing 2 tonnes out of the mine by hand. As you can imagine this is labor intensive work.
One of the following days we took a small trip to the "Ojo del Inca", a natural hot spring the size of a small pond. It was apparently a cone shaped pond that was 22 meters deep at the center and heated by volcanic lava. Don't worry we stayed near the edges ... most of the time.
Service Update
Just a small experience from our Public Witnessing Cart. It has proven to be VERY effective for contacting people. By the middle of March my placements (just mine and not Rachels), great thanks to our increased Public Witnessing, were 131 mags, 17 brochures and 217 tracts / invitations. We try not to put books on our cart as they are placed just as fast as the other literature. We keep them hidden at the back and offer them to people who request bible studies.
On that note, one of the Public Witnessing referrals we received was a family of 3 teenage girls who requested a study. We have met 2 of the girls and from our first visit onward (once we found their house ... arrrgghhh) we have had a very nice, productive bible study in the Bible Teach book. It seems Jehovah is really blessing this form of the ministry here in Bolivia.
You may wonder how we get such success here (other than the fact that the average person has a deep respect for and interest in the bible)? Well, it's because we show videos while we're Public Witnessing. Usually we show Caleb or whiteboard animations. This draws crowds of kids. Often, even if they don't stop, we hear them saying to their parents "look mom, it's Caleb". This warms our hearts seeing how effective these videos are at reaching the young ones and how well known they are here in Oruro. When the children come we often try to give them just a tract. Many won't leave until they get a magazine or brochure. We keep a supply of old magazines for the children and limit them to one per family. Often though, they will go away and get their parents to come back with them to request more literature and/or forms of literature that we don't allow children to take. Yes, the videos sure are an effective tool and blessing from our dear brothers taking the lead in the organization!
Everyday Life
Everyday life still holds it's challenges. Our recent battles have been with insects. For the last few months sugar ants have slowly increased in numbers in our house. We ignored them as we didn't know where to go to buy 'ant bait'. Then one day we noticed very fine saw dust under our bed. Wanting to locate the source I lifted the mattress and box spring onto their side. There was a lot of saw dust on the inside of fabric stapled to the bottom of our box spring. Peeling that back revealed a colony of termites actively eating our bed right out from under us!
So that whole day was blown buying diesel (the recommended poison for termites here in Bolivia) and spreading it all over the wood support structure of our box spring, walking all over downtown looking for ant bait and cleaning up the mess made by it all.
Know what the worst part was??? We bought the mattress NEW!!!! And we paid an exorbitant price! This was literally the most expensive bed we have ever purchased. Partly because they overcharge extranjeros (foreigners) and partly because Canadian style beds are still not common in Oruro (many still sleep on straw mattresses covered in the same material from which rice sacks are made). And we are still sleeping with our mattress on the floor as our boxspring is banished to the hallway until the overpowering smell of diesel dissipates. Oh well, as our friends often say; "TIB" (this is Bolivia).
The other challenge is the cold. I'm not sure when summer was supposed to have arrived, but apparently it is over. Last night was -3 Celsius and we were greeted by heavy rain during the morning. Apparently the rains will dry up this month. But with the reduced cloud cover the temperatures will continue to drop from the the balmy day time highs of 16 Celsius to the frigid barely above 0 Celsius that is our winter. Of course, if we stand in the sun we can still get burnt! So there is a positive!
Well that's all for now. Keep warm and well fed. Yes this has new meaning for us and we really wish that for all of you. Lots of love. Over and out.
We got to enjoy our first Bolivian wedding last month. Rachel, Yovi and Yolanda got the joy of preparing chocolate covered fruit platters, Bolivian meatballs and salsa, and deviled eggs (something Bolivians have never heard of) as appetizers. There were 22 tables and 220 guests. It was a hectic couple of days preparing but you can see the tasty results below.
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| Gorgeous wedding reception venue |
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| Some of the appetizers |
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| Sisters preparing appetizers |
Our trip to Potosi
Our friends from England recently found out they cannot renew their VISAs. They will be returning home by the end of March. Once again we our losing our friends. Thus we decided to go to Potosi to bid them adieu, adios, farewell, sayonara, aufwiedersehen, ciao ... BUT ... it wasn't clear skies and beautiful scenery all the way there.
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| highway to Potosi |
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| highway to Potosi |
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| Hiking up to Potosi |
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| Miners blockaded the highway |
We hit a rock in the road ... or should I say many rocks ... as we got closer to Potosi. In Bolivia it is common for disgruntled people with complaints to block the highways - called 'bloqueados'. On this occasion it was the miners who had a beef. Fortunately, unlike the violent bloqueados of the past, there was no pelting with rocks of persons crossing the blockade. Perhaps it was the large police presence that deterred them?!?! Still it was quite the half hour hike up the hill, especially considering the 14,000 foot elevation!
After arriving and getting settled in we decided to take a mine tour of Cerro Rico, the infamous mountain of Potosi (g96 8/8 p20-21). Legend says that they could build a bridge from Potosi to Spain with the silver they extracted. The horror of the story is that they could also build a bridge of the same span with the bones of all those who have died extracting the ore, mainly native indigenous and African slaves who were forced to work in the mines.
A custom for those visiting the mines is that they stop at local merchant shops to buy gifts for the miners. The usual gifts are bottles of 96% alcohol, coco leaves, water, cigarettes and dynamite. Miners don't eat while in the mines, they just chew coco leaves and drink alcohol for energy. This reduces the need for washroom breaks. They also need to supply their own dynamite. They only receive a pay check if they find valuable ore. Thus it is understandable why it is customary for tourists to bring them gifts.
Potosi also happens to be one of the only areas (perhaps THE ONLY) where you can buy dynamite without a permit or providing any documentation or identification at all. Even children can buy dynamite. We couldn't resist the urge! When will we get the opportunity to buy and detonate dynamite again?
One shocking surprise, as we sat in the 'tienda' our guide unwrapped a stick of dynamite and had us hold it. It felt like sticky play dough with a fish smell. While we passed it around Marco lit a match and slid it along the dynamite in our hands!!! Apparently a chemical reaction with the mercury in the blasting cap (or primer) is what causes the dynamite to explode. It would have been nice to have that explained before the match was placed next to the stick of unwrapped dynamite!
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| ready to blow! |
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| Dynamite |
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| Buying dynamite |
Not far inside the cave entrance is a large, human sized idol of 'Tio'. Tio is the Spanish word for uncle but it's origin in the case of the idol is from the Kechua peoples attempt to say the Spanish word for God, 'Dios'. Apparently Kechua does not have a sound for D thus attempts to say Dios came out as Tio. The Tio idol was a disgusting red devil with a giant penis. Upon entering the cave the customary way to appease his anger and have his blessing in making the mountain fertile is by putting coco leaves on the idol, pouring alcohol on it and lighting a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth. As long as the cigarette is burning you have his permission to enter. The people are a lot like their gods in their habits. What a protection for our health that we worship the clean god!
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| Best looking mining crew in Potosi |
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| rest tunnel with altar |
Inside the tunnels we ascended and descended to various parallel mine-shafts at different elevations. The smooth clay lining the shafts made this a little dicey. At times we took turns helping place each others feet onto the rough hewn steps. Occasionally we would get distracted by the veins of minerals glistening above us, but only for a moment or two as we would end up tripping over the uneven muddy ground if we didn't pay constant attention to where we placed our feet.
A couple of times we stopped to rest in small, dead end, side tunnels. The first time we stopped to get a lesson on how to place and pack dynamite. The second time to safely wait in a side tunnel for the dynamite to be exploded. It was an eerie feeling to hear the 'thwump' of the explosion and have a rush of air push past us. It reminded us of the impact tremors felt during Jurassic Park during the first scene with the T-Rex. Yes, this is an active mine that we were touring.
Waiting and conversing with the miners we got to find out many of the details of life as a Bolivian miner. It is definitely not a safe or easy job! All along the walls of many tunnels there are small, crystalline, snow-flake like or fiberglass like coatings. This, we found out, is arsenic. Miners here don't wear protective breathing masks. They sometimes can be seen pulling their sweaters up over their mouths when it is really dusty. Thus one danger for miners is dying of silicosis, a lung disease from breathing the airborne arsenic and silica minerals. To test for bad air down the tunnels they throw a juicy orange. They check it 4 or 5 hours later. If it has dehydrated then they know air quality is dangerous and they avoid that tunnel.
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| Lesson on how to place dynamite |
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| descending to a lower mineshaft proved a little sketchy |
They also have to push the full ore carts weighing 2 tonnes out of the mine by hand. As you can imagine this is labor intensive work.
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| Full ore cart - from the angle you can tell it "jumped track" |
One of the following days we took a small trip to the "Ojo del Inca", a natural hot spring the size of a small pond. It was apparently a cone shaped pond that was 22 meters deep at the center and heated by volcanic lava. Don't worry we stayed near the edges ... most of the time.
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| Swimming at Ojo del Inca |
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| Our friends whom we're going to miss! |
Service Update
Just a small experience from our Public Witnessing Cart. It has proven to be VERY effective for contacting people. By the middle of March my placements (just mine and not Rachels), great thanks to our increased Public Witnessing, were 131 mags, 17 brochures and 217 tracts / invitations. We try not to put books on our cart as they are placed just as fast as the other literature. We keep them hidden at the back and offer them to people who request bible studies.
On that note, one of the Public Witnessing referrals we received was a family of 3 teenage girls who requested a study. We have met 2 of the girls and from our first visit onward (once we found their house ... arrrgghhh) we have had a very nice, productive bible study in the Bible Teach book. It seems Jehovah is really blessing this form of the ministry here in Bolivia.
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| Sharing Caleb during a rest break |
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| Getting mobbed while Public Witnessing - in a good way! |
You may wonder how we get such success here (other than the fact that the average person has a deep respect for and interest in the bible)? Well, it's because we show videos while we're Public Witnessing. Usually we show Caleb or whiteboard animations. This draws crowds of kids. Often, even if they don't stop, we hear them saying to their parents "look mom, it's Caleb". This warms our hearts seeing how effective these videos are at reaching the young ones and how well known they are here in Oruro. When the children come we often try to give them just a tract. Many won't leave until they get a magazine or brochure. We keep a supply of old magazines for the children and limit them to one per family. Often though, they will go away and get their parents to come back with them to request more literature and/or forms of literature that we don't allow children to take. Yes, the videos sure are an effective tool and blessing from our dear brothers taking the lead in the organization!
Everyday Life
Everyday life still holds it's challenges. Our recent battles have been with insects. For the last few months sugar ants have slowly increased in numbers in our house. We ignored them as we didn't know where to go to buy 'ant bait'. Then one day we noticed very fine saw dust under our bed. Wanting to locate the source I lifted the mattress and box spring onto their side. There was a lot of saw dust on the inside of fabric stapled to the bottom of our box spring. Peeling that back revealed a colony of termites actively eating our bed right out from under us!
So that whole day was blown buying diesel (the recommended poison for termites here in Bolivia) and spreading it all over the wood support structure of our box spring, walking all over downtown looking for ant bait and cleaning up the mess made by it all.
Know what the worst part was??? We bought the mattress NEW!!!! And we paid an exorbitant price! This was literally the most expensive bed we have ever purchased. Partly because they overcharge extranjeros (foreigners) and partly because Canadian style beds are still not common in Oruro (many still sleep on straw mattresses covered in the same material from which rice sacks are made). And we are still sleeping with our mattress on the floor as our boxspring is banished to the hallway until the overpowering smell of diesel dissipates. Oh well, as our friends often say; "TIB" (this is Bolivia).
The other challenge is the cold. I'm not sure when summer was supposed to have arrived, but apparently it is over. Last night was -3 Celsius and we were greeted by heavy rain during the morning. Apparently the rains will dry up this month. But with the reduced cloud cover the temperatures will continue to drop from the the balmy day time highs of 16 Celsius to the frigid barely above 0 Celsius that is our winter. Of course, if we stand in the sun we can still get burnt! So there is a positive!
Well that's all for now. Keep warm and well fed. Yes this has new meaning for us and we really wish that for all of you. Lots of love. Over and out.
Friday, February 27, 2015
More Service Experience and Commentaries
CAUTION! Long winded ramblings ahead! ;-)
How would you define 'a successful day' in the ministry? Getting out of bed in the morning? Making it out your front door fully dressed and having eaten? Making it to the service group on time? Finding at least one person to talk to in the ministry? Starting a new RV? Starting a new BS? Teaching someone a new truth and seeing the light-bulb effect in their eyes?
The questions above used to be qualifiers for "success" when we were in Canada ... to be honest we still use the first few questions as measurements since our field service groups are at 8:30 am. But our definition of a truly successful day in the ministry is changing. It was almost easier to be focused on RESULTS when you don't have a lot of successes, just like someone focused on earning money thinks their first million will make them happy. But success CANNOT really be measured by counting results.
Here, you can place literature with almost every person you talk with in the ministry. Most will agree to having you come back for a return visit or a bible study. Some of those bible studies will progress. This certainly brings joy to our hearts. But is it really success in the ministry?
More recently, despite my slightly skewed focus, the feeling of success has come from drawing close to and being available to be used by Jehovah. Some of the times I feel most successful in the ministry I have almost no measurable results at all.
For instance yesterday, despite relentless stomach problems I struggled out of bed and made it to the field service group on time with a fruit smoothie warming my soul. (measurement #1 met). We started our day witnessing to small family businesses along one of the main avenidas in our territory. You know the sort that are painted bright colors on the outside advertising the local cellular companies that are making money hand over fist down here in South America. As we entered, the shop was so filled with goods that it was hard to stand anywhere without brushing into something. Because of the "results" we get in the ministry there is a constant literature shortage in our congregation. I had no more magazines or books, just a few tracts and dog-eared 'Creation' brochures that have been in my case for a while as you don't really need to convince people here that god exists. If our service groups met at the Kingdom Hall each day I would be able to replenish our supplies, but alas, we meet in the territory to reduce travel expenses on the brothers. I opted to use the "Dejaremos de Sufrir" tract for my presentation. The lady gave me a few seconds to talk before she began to warm up her own vocal cords. Once she got going I had trouble keeping up and understanding everything she was rattling off. What I was able to understand was she was "happily Catholic" and even traveled some 6 hours one way each week to get to her favorite church in another city. The very Canadian side of me kept trying to enter the now one-sided conversation but very adeptly was talked over by the approximately 55 year old, somewhat rotund shop owner. The 82 year old brother assisting me on the call decided to stop the barrage of words coming from the shop owner with his own 'A to Z' explanation of the bible, terminating the speech with "you should come to the meeting". The shop owner, whose efficiently shortly cut, permed hair that made her look like a pear shaped Q-tip replied, "well I already go to church and all churches are the same. They all teach the bible." Well ... something in me was awoken and sprung to life! Leaving my deeply ingrained Canadian personality behind I barged into the conversation and stated in a voice loud enough to be heard above hers if she chose to try to talk over me again; "if you think all religious meetings are the same I am afraid you don't know what our meetings are like. I have a video I would like to show you." Whipping out the tablet like a six-gun from a holster (yes I am getting fast with the tablet) I navigated to the correct video while trying to keep control of the conversation. She watch with faint interest in her eyes, but she watched. It is sort of like when you're in a restaurant and you don't really want to watch the television but the conversation has lagged and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from it. Then at about the one minute mark her eyes lit up and she interrupted the video with a question; "What? All your meetings are free? You mean you don't collect the 10% or pass a plate??" She went on to explain that even outside her church people target the attendees selling vegetables and this bothered her. So I showed her Matthew 10:8 that we try to follow Jesus instructions to give free and I mentioned the account of Jesus throwing the money changers and merchants out of the temple. Now she was very animated. She stated that was exactly how she felt and it always bothered her the way things were run in her church. She averred that she definitely would attend our 'church' on Sunday and asked for the directions. The older brother, Andrés, helped me explain where it was located. She even remembered seeing it before and stated again she would attend on Sunday. Andrés made sure to mention she needed a bible study and Rachel and I would come back to teach her, but she declined. She said she already reads the bible. She also said she wanted to still attend her church as her whole family is Catholic, and looking at me with sort of pleading eyes she asked whether or not it was okay to go to both 'churches'. A look of relief crossed her face as I said it is entirely her choice. So we departed the shop.
To clarify the reason for that long, novel-like experience ... I only placed a tract (hardly measurable), she didn't want a study or a return visit, she is still strongly determined to be Catholic ... but I felt that was one of the most successful calls of the morning. We were able to show her that Jehovah's organization is not like other organizations. I'm one of the few in our congregation who has a tablet to show videos. The video was one of the the only things that would have likely affected her as she was quiet and not talking over it. It felt that I was working alongside our heavenly father and defending him to one of the only openly non-interested persons in our territory, and it felt like we were being used by him. We may never see that lady again, but it sure felt like success.
Around the corner we called on a house that many publishers would have skipped. Here there are a lot of bad dogs and if there is a strong chance of being bitten the publishers just skip the house. I HATE missing houses. It bugs me that we don't keep not-at-homes here and thus we "miss" many houses each morning in the sense that no one is home and we don't go back again until the next time we do that territory. So I knocked. The dogs were nasty, but we have cases and umbrellas. A young woman exited the house. She correctly identified the hope for the dead in response to my question and added even more details that were all accurate. I asked how she knew and she stated she used to study with Witnesses until her life got so busy with University and her conductor moved away. So I offered to start her study again and she agreed.
True, this time there were results but the 'successful feeling' came, not from starting the study, but from being the foolhardy person who doesn't yet know what its like to be bit by a dog and have to go to a hospital in a 3rd world country. Because of this it felt like again we were used to find a lost sheep.
A week earlier we had witnessed to a man at the public witnessing stand and received his address for follow up. Upon trying to follow up we knocked on about 30 doors. Why? No one has numbers on their houses and the direction was 'this street and that street'. Was it on the corner? Was it on "this street" or was it on "that street"? Impossible to know, so we kept knocking. After talking to about 8 people the next lady said, 'well there is a phone number why don't you call him'? Feeling foolish I said 'because my Spanish is bad and I have a hard time understanding people on the phone.' She offered to call for me and we found out that he lives about 4 streets away and had put down that intersection because it is well known and easy to find. Anyways, I ignored the rising irritation in my soul and focused on giving a witness to the kind lady who helped us. I explained why we were looking for the man and she invited us into her house. We studied a lesson in the good news brochure. As we got her talking she thanked us for coming and getting her back to reading her bible as she hadn't done that for a while. We tried to set up for a return visit but she declined. She stated that she was an Adventist. She then said thanks to Jehovah's Witnesses she started studying the bible. One sister studied with her for about a year and she realized she needed to make changes so she prayed to god to help her find the truth and know what was the true religion. That was when an Adventist approached her and she has been an Adventist ever since. Again pushing aside my Canadian timidity I asked her to grab a pen and paper and we went through the "how to identify the true religion" lesson of the the Good News brochure. I asked her to write down all the scriptures and to read them from her own bible and to meditate on them. I even got her to note down the subheadings that related to each characteristic of the true religion. Then we left.
No placements, no return visit, no bible study, no measurable results. But we by chance talked to a good-hearted, helpful person who had once studied with Witnesses and since stopped. By her own admission she usually is not at home at that hour and is hard to find because she works a lot. And we felt motivated to speak out boldly contrary to the nature of our personalities. Will the scriptures affect her viewpoint? Who knows!!! But it felt like we were used by Jehovah to provide another opportunity to a potential sheep. Regardless of results, it felt like a successful call in the ministry!
To sum up - we are starting to measure success in the ministry by intangibles;
- endurance; faithfully, regularly going out despite illness or setbacks
- availability; being used by Jehovah to accomplish even unfavorable tasks because we are there and we are willing
- boldness; success at overcoming our personality limitations and being more Christ-like and bold when the situation calls for it
It truly feels like success when we can work alongside our loving heavenly father (1 Cor. 3:9) and feel like he is there with us, guiding, directing and using us for favorable or unfavorable work. Having said that, I now fear the repercussions. I assume more unfavorable work will be on the horizon. Oh well, I'm available.
Thanks for reading, hope you were AT LEAST entertained. That's all for now. Until next time.
How would you define 'a successful day' in the ministry? Getting out of bed in the morning? Making it out your front door fully dressed and having eaten? Making it to the service group on time? Finding at least one person to talk to in the ministry? Starting a new RV? Starting a new BS? Teaching someone a new truth and seeing the light-bulb effect in their eyes?
The questions above used to be qualifiers for "success" when we were in Canada ... to be honest we still use the first few questions as measurements since our field service groups are at 8:30 am. But our definition of a truly successful day in the ministry is changing. It was almost easier to be focused on RESULTS when you don't have a lot of successes, just like someone focused on earning money thinks their first million will make them happy. But success CANNOT really be measured by counting results.
Here, you can place literature with almost every person you talk with in the ministry. Most will agree to having you come back for a return visit or a bible study. Some of those bible studies will progress. This certainly brings joy to our hearts. But is it really success in the ministry?
More recently, despite my slightly skewed focus, the feeling of success has come from drawing close to and being available to be used by Jehovah. Some of the times I feel most successful in the ministry I have almost no measurable results at all.
For instance yesterday, despite relentless stomach problems I struggled out of bed and made it to the field service group on time with a fruit smoothie warming my soul. (measurement #1 met). We started our day witnessing to small family businesses along one of the main avenidas in our territory. You know the sort that are painted bright colors on the outside advertising the local cellular companies that are making money hand over fist down here in South America. As we entered, the shop was so filled with goods that it was hard to stand anywhere without brushing into something. Because of the "results" we get in the ministry there is a constant literature shortage in our congregation. I had no more magazines or books, just a few tracts and dog-eared 'Creation' brochures that have been in my case for a while as you don't really need to convince people here that god exists. If our service groups met at the Kingdom Hall each day I would be able to replenish our supplies, but alas, we meet in the territory to reduce travel expenses on the brothers. I opted to use the "Dejaremos de Sufrir" tract for my presentation. The lady gave me a few seconds to talk before she began to warm up her own vocal cords. Once she got going I had trouble keeping up and understanding everything she was rattling off. What I was able to understand was she was "happily Catholic" and even traveled some 6 hours one way each week to get to her favorite church in another city. The very Canadian side of me kept trying to enter the now one-sided conversation but very adeptly was talked over by the approximately 55 year old, somewhat rotund shop owner. The 82 year old brother assisting me on the call decided to stop the barrage of words coming from the shop owner with his own 'A to Z' explanation of the bible, terminating the speech with "you should come to the meeting". The shop owner, whose efficiently shortly cut, permed hair that made her look like a pear shaped Q-tip replied, "well I already go to church and all churches are the same. They all teach the bible." Well ... something in me was awoken and sprung to life! Leaving my deeply ingrained Canadian personality behind I barged into the conversation and stated in a voice loud enough to be heard above hers if she chose to try to talk over me again; "if you think all religious meetings are the same I am afraid you don't know what our meetings are like. I have a video I would like to show you." Whipping out the tablet like a six-gun from a holster (yes I am getting fast with the tablet) I navigated to the correct video while trying to keep control of the conversation. She watch with faint interest in her eyes, but she watched. It is sort of like when you're in a restaurant and you don't really want to watch the television but the conversation has lagged and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from it. Then at about the one minute mark her eyes lit up and she interrupted the video with a question; "What? All your meetings are free? You mean you don't collect the 10% or pass a plate??" She went on to explain that even outside her church people target the attendees selling vegetables and this bothered her. So I showed her Matthew 10:8 that we try to follow Jesus instructions to give free and I mentioned the account of Jesus throwing the money changers and merchants out of the temple. Now she was very animated. She stated that was exactly how she felt and it always bothered her the way things were run in her church. She averred that she definitely would attend our 'church' on Sunday and asked for the directions. The older brother, Andrés, helped me explain where it was located. She even remembered seeing it before and stated again she would attend on Sunday. Andrés made sure to mention she needed a bible study and Rachel and I would come back to teach her, but she declined. She said she already reads the bible. She also said she wanted to still attend her church as her whole family is Catholic, and looking at me with sort of pleading eyes she asked whether or not it was okay to go to both 'churches'. A look of relief crossed her face as I said it is entirely her choice. So we departed the shop.
To clarify the reason for that long, novel-like experience ... I only placed a tract (hardly measurable), she didn't want a study or a return visit, she is still strongly determined to be Catholic ... but I felt that was one of the most successful calls of the morning. We were able to show her that Jehovah's organization is not like other organizations. I'm one of the few in our congregation who has a tablet to show videos. The video was one of the the only things that would have likely affected her as she was quiet and not talking over it. It felt that I was working alongside our heavenly father and defending him to one of the only openly non-interested persons in our territory, and it felt like we were being used by him. We may never see that lady again, but it sure felt like success.
Around the corner we called on a house that many publishers would have skipped. Here there are a lot of bad dogs and if there is a strong chance of being bitten the publishers just skip the house. I HATE missing houses. It bugs me that we don't keep not-at-homes here and thus we "miss" many houses each morning in the sense that no one is home and we don't go back again until the next time we do that territory. So I knocked. The dogs were nasty, but we have cases and umbrellas. A young woman exited the house. She correctly identified the hope for the dead in response to my question and added even more details that were all accurate. I asked how she knew and she stated she used to study with Witnesses until her life got so busy with University and her conductor moved away. So I offered to start her study again and she agreed.
True, this time there were results but the 'successful feeling' came, not from starting the study, but from being the foolhardy person who doesn't yet know what its like to be bit by a dog and have to go to a hospital in a 3rd world country. Because of this it felt like again we were used to find a lost sheep.
A week earlier we had witnessed to a man at the public witnessing stand and received his address for follow up. Upon trying to follow up we knocked on about 30 doors. Why? No one has numbers on their houses and the direction was 'this street and that street'. Was it on the corner? Was it on "this street" or was it on "that street"? Impossible to know, so we kept knocking. After talking to about 8 people the next lady said, 'well there is a phone number why don't you call him'? Feeling foolish I said 'because my Spanish is bad and I have a hard time understanding people on the phone.' She offered to call for me and we found out that he lives about 4 streets away and had put down that intersection because it is well known and easy to find. Anyways, I ignored the rising irritation in my soul and focused on giving a witness to the kind lady who helped us. I explained why we were looking for the man and she invited us into her house. We studied a lesson in the good news brochure. As we got her talking she thanked us for coming and getting her back to reading her bible as she hadn't done that for a while. We tried to set up for a return visit but she declined. She stated that she was an Adventist. She then said thanks to Jehovah's Witnesses she started studying the bible. One sister studied with her for about a year and she realized she needed to make changes so she prayed to god to help her find the truth and know what was the true religion. That was when an Adventist approached her and she has been an Adventist ever since. Again pushing aside my Canadian timidity I asked her to grab a pen and paper and we went through the "how to identify the true religion" lesson of the the Good News brochure. I asked her to write down all the scriptures and to read them from her own bible and to meditate on them. I even got her to note down the subheadings that related to each characteristic of the true religion. Then we left.
No placements, no return visit, no bible study, no measurable results. But we by chance talked to a good-hearted, helpful person who had once studied with Witnesses and since stopped. By her own admission she usually is not at home at that hour and is hard to find because she works a lot. And we felt motivated to speak out boldly contrary to the nature of our personalities. Will the scriptures affect her viewpoint? Who knows!!! But it felt like we were used by Jehovah to provide another opportunity to a potential sheep. Regardless of results, it felt like a successful call in the ministry!
To sum up - we are starting to measure success in the ministry by intangibles;
- endurance; faithfully, regularly going out despite illness or setbacks
- availability; being used by Jehovah to accomplish even unfavorable tasks because we are there and we are willing
- boldness; success at overcoming our personality limitations and being more Christ-like and bold when the situation calls for it
It truly feels like success when we can work alongside our loving heavenly father (1 Cor. 3:9) and feel like he is there with us, guiding, directing and using us for favorable or unfavorable work. Having said that, I now fear the repercussions. I assume more unfavorable work will be on the horizon. Oh well, I'm available.
Thanks for reading, hope you were AT LEAST entertained. That's all for now. Until next time.
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