Author: qosqo1

Today the school the girls attended (Promesa) celebrated their anniversary with a family day for the entire school. (Today was also a holiday in Peru).  The classes and parents were all divided into groups: green, blue, and red.  It was a great day!

Today we had 18 in our kids club!  We reviewed the last 5 lessons that we have done on “El Libro Sin Palabras” (The Book Without Words).  The kids were able to buy toys and candy from our “tiendita” (little shop) with “money” they earn by participating in club.  They all seemed to really enjoy it!  We are so thankful for the privilege to minister to these children and their families.  Please pray for their salvation.  This morning I one of our review questions was “How do we get to heaven”?  The children answered me with “by reading the Bible”, “doing good things”, “praying”, “believing God”.  It was frustrating to hear them answer that way because we have taught and taught that Jesus is the only way to heaven. So we will keep teaching and trying to explain salvation in the simplest of ways and you all please keep praying!

Saturday mornings are devoted to our kids club.  This morning we had a very good club! We finished up the Book Without Words so each of the kids got to make their own.  The book is five lessons that go by colors and pictures: Yellow = Heaven; Black = Sin; Red = The blood of Jesus; White = New Life; Green = Growth. Here are some pics from today:

As missionaries one of the best surprises of any day is to go to the post office and actually have something in your p.o. box!  Monday a package arrived for Natali and Neomi from their uncle and aunt in Turkey!  They were ecstatic to find what was inside.

Early this morning I found out that our former “cuidante” had passed away. His granddaughter stopped by the house to tell me and to invite me over to pay my respects to the family.  We knew this man, Rocendo, from the first house that we rented when we came to Cusco.  He, his wife Felicita, and his granddaughter Monica took care of the property that the house was on.  He had been sick for sometime now so his passing did not come as a surprise.  I went over to visit with the family this morning.  When I got there Monica invited me in and said to follow her.  As I entered the bottom part of an unfinished house I walked through a couple of burlap sacks (hung as a dividers) and to my surprise Rocendo’s casket was there with a few other people sitting around it.  I paid my respects to the family and then they had me sit down in the same room. (Now I was expecting just to talk a little and pray with the family.)  I talked with the people there for a few minutes and then they brought me some soup to eat.  I tried to tell them they didn’t have to go to the trouble but it was to no avail (especially since they were the ones who had lost the loved one).  So, I looked down at the soup to see what I was about to eat and my stomach started turning as I saw what seemed to be different parts of a sheep in the soup.  I assumed it was sheep because when I walked in I saw a sheep’s head (freshly severed) along with the rest of its body hanging on some cinder blocks.  I ate as much of the soup as I could so as not to offend the grieving family and then told them I was full.  It was quite a different experience from any type of visitation or funeral that I have ever been to in the U.S.  The family was still waiting to get papers from the Municipality in order to bury him.  As soon as they got permission they were going to go and dig the whole themselves to bury him.  The saddest part is that I do not know if Rocendo was a saved man.  I had talked to him and his family in the past and shared with them the gospel but do not know if he knew Jesus as his Savior.