We are going to try to focus on telling the story through photographs in place of words. Less words, more pictures.
This morning at 6:30 I went to the market.
We got a bunch of stuff for under 5 bucks.
Then we went to the service groups, it's unusual but today the men outnumbered the women.
The group walking to the territory.
The little boy I worked with today is 7, his name is Juan Carlos. His zeal is amazing. He rushes from door to door, you have to keep your eye on him. He will do every door if you let him. He has a presentation that involves using 2 or 3 verses. At one door this morning a man wanted me to explain the 2nd death, Juan Carlos looked at me and asked if he could explain it. He did, and needless to say the man was impressed. It's not unusual to find young ones here with the same zeal to preach.
Juan Carlos is on the right, his cousin Edgar is on the left.
On the way home from service I ran into the garbage truck. Pretty dangerous work.
Our street is right in the center, and all the festivals go down right here. Which translates as pure noise into the night. These shots are of our street, they are setting up for something tonight. Looks like it may be hard to sleep.
Overall, everything is going great. Having fun being busy. If you give us a comment we will send you an air hug.
