Nat'l Convention & Nana's Departure

Thanks, Camille, for filling in for me while I was not feeling well. We've taken turns passing around some sort of "cold" that probably comes from all this weather changing. They say it's normal here to have days of biting cold followed by really warm temperatures, then cycling again. Sounds like South Carolina, huh? It seems we've fallen into a rhythm now of days in the 60's or 70's, and nippy temperatures when the sun goes down. So we wake up pretty chilly but thaw out during the daytime. Not too bad so far!

Last weekend was the 32nd Paraguayan National Convention of the Church of God of Prophecy. We spent the weekend enjoying the fellowship of brothers and sisters from across this country and a few neighboring countries, as well. The music was a great mix of praise and worship in Guarani and in Spanish. The sermons (mostly in Spanish) were encouraging and lifted the spirits of all present. The theme was "Knowing the Times," so all were encouraged to recognize the present situations in this physical world, but to focus on the harvest ripe in the spiritual realm. We had a great time meeting people and getting a feel for the atmosphere in our church here.

The last evening, Caroline couldn't make it due to stomach illness. My mom stayed with her at the hotel. Camille, our little social butterfly, really wanted to be at the service with us so as not to miss a THING that was going on. I was a little worried about Caroline and my mom them alone in a less-than-desirable neighborhood, but it seems Caroline held her own. She decided she could eat a little something and proceeded to call down to the restaurant several times to get details about what they had and when they were open. (If you've never tried it, it's a little more difficult to understand a foreign language over the phone.) I was quite proud of her for being Nana's translator in our absence.

Monday morning, we took my mom to the airport and reluctantly sent her own her way back home. She was able to "do what we do" for a couple weeks, accompanying us on house visits, to the school, on youth nights, hosting the neighbors, exploring new terrain, the whole sha-bang. And still she left in one piece. She's tougher than she looks!
Here we are at the home of the pastor of the Cerro Cora church, not too far from Carapegua. From left, Ken, Saul, the Pastor Lucio Fretes, Caroline, and Nana.

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