I spent over a week in Guatemala on a medical mission tour. I was the chaplain. I prayed with all before surgery, visited them in recovery, prayed with them thanking the Lord for their successful surgery. The 2 doctors did 53 surgeries in 4 days. We went into the bush to visit people who will have surgery in August and to treat people who were ill. Many were sick from the contaminated water after the floods. We had some delays while crews cleared mud from the roads. The people are small and very appreciative and are really poor.
How many of you raise pigs and sows tied to a tree with a rope? Or graze your calve on the side of a highway tied to a stake all day? How many of you wash your clothes in the river, get your drinking water from the water, go to the bathroom in the river, rinse your food in the river, take a bath in the rivers, but will not eat the fish in the river?
I have not yet figured how they plant their corn up such steep hills from which forrest have been cleared. The rows line up every direction you look, no weeds, no tractors, and all is done by hand. I could not even stand on these hills or mountains. All of the ground is rich and is cinders from the volcanoes. After the corn is harvested they plant rubber trees. Closer to the Pacific ocean they use large tractors in the fields. We worked with the poorest of the poor. They appreciated our efforts and that some of us spoke Spanish. I saw people milking Watusi type cattle. They looked like a cross between a water buffaloe and a Brahma. Every man carried a machete.
I have a great deal of reading to catch up with after being gone for two weeks.
How many of you raise pigs and sows tied to a tree with a rope? Or graze your calve on the side of a highway tied to a stake all day? How many of you wash your clothes in the river, get your drinking water from the water, go to the bathroom in the river, rinse your food in the river, take a bath in the rivers, but will not eat the fish in the river?
I have not yet figured how they plant their corn up such steep hills from which forrest have been cleared. The rows line up every direction you look, no weeds, no tractors, and all is done by hand. I could not even stand on these hills or mountains. All of the ground is rich and is cinders from the volcanoes. After the corn is harvested they plant rubber trees. Closer to the Pacific ocean they use large tractors in the fields. We worked with the poorest of the poor. They appreciated our efforts and that some of us spoke Spanish. I saw people milking Watusi type cattle. They looked like a cross between a water buffaloe and a Brahma. Every man carried a machete.
I have a great deal of reading to catch up with after being gone for two weeks.
