Saturday, July 9, 2022
While there have been innumerous cases of Venezuelan immigrants who have tragically been separated from their families as a result of the collapse of Venezuela's economy - in the midst of all the terrible sadness that I've seen first hand, there are two stories that I know of which are actually quite encouraging. The first is of a friend who I met on the streets of Colombia's main border city with Venezuela known as Cucuta. He had studied to be a lawyer in the far Eastern plains region of Venezuela, but when he realized that Venezuela was lawless and that his degree wouldn't get him very far amidst all the corruption - he embarked on the uncertain voyage of making it to Colombia with little more than his miniature 4 stringed "cuatro" guitar and a few personal items... He arrived in Cucuta and hit the streets with his amazing voice and cowboy-style "cuatro" skills, and started playing his heart out to the drivers in the cars at the busy stoplight intersections. It was definitely not his profession of choice, but it certainly paid better than what an honest lawyer could make back home.
Wednesday, July 6, 2022
There's two guys that I've worked with a lot in ministry who would love to become full time missionaries.
Saturday, December 18, 2021
Hello everybody! I've been super disconnected from social media for a while because after losing a phone in Cucuta and having a brand new second one stolen in Bogota, I just sort of gave up, and haven't tried to publish anything recently... The funny thing is that the most likely time for me to have lost a phone to begin with, would have been while I was in Venezuela and some paramilitaries decommissioned my device for about an hour after I took a picture that they weren't very thrilled about... They told me that I had to buy the equivilent of $15 dollars worth of Christmas presents for Venezuelan kids if I wanted my phone back, so I just sort of thought that that was kind of like a win-win. I bought some Venezuelan kids some preseants, shared the gospel to the leader of the vigilantes, and got my phone back, only to have the silly thing get lost again a week later when Alejandra and I went bowling with some friends in Colombia... I waited about a month for my sister to bring me a new Samsung Galaxy from the States, but before I even turned it on, it got robbed one day while I was preaching, and some wise guy broke the window of my car and ended up finding a pretty nice little state of the art mobile phone right there inside of my blue backpack, just waiting to get stolen. I'm sure that whoever robbed it is enjoying it quite a bit right now. ...So I guess the moral of the story is that you're more likely to get something robbed while you're preaching in Colombia, than after you've crossed the border illegally into Venezuela and gotten held up by paramiliteries (yikes!)... But yeah, anyway, if I were to publish some pics from the past couple months, these would be the ones: