Josiah

Josiah is now a big two years old. He will be heading off to school next week, this will be a big surprise for his teachers, those who know sweet Caleb. Josiah spends his days killing big ants, saying "mio" mine, sitting in time-out, and trying to say "I love you". He squints his eyes to say, "Eye luoboa you". Last night we at with the Sappias, we were all in the other room, when we hear their son, who is Josiah’s age, crying. Josiah walks into the room with wooden sword and a smile of delight. Like all good friends they share sippy cups, hugs, and taking turns hitting each other.

Just can't make it to the next reststop?

Under an overpass here in Asuncion.

Summer camp

This we had another good turn out for summer camp. Over 140 Alliance students came out. Marcos, the national pastor who is working with me in the Church Plant, lead the youth camp, while I headed up the College camp. After a tiring week, everyone left excited, in good spirits, and exhausted.

Don't ask how much it cost!

One of our local grocery stores got the shipment of American products. In past years, I have been able to resist myself, but this year I gave in, even if it was more than double the cost. I understand Esau (who sold his inheritance for some bean soup), Hormel Tamales are worth a week’s salary. We got the loot home and I fixed up the Tamales, they were accompanied with some Jumex Tamarind juice, by anyone’s standards, a truly authentic Mexican meal. As for the juice, what a trip it had, leaving Mexico up to the US, and then down to Brazil and finally over to Paraguay. Contrary to brief, Paraguayans don’t speak Mexican or eat their food.

Sarah and I also had “southern culture day” in which we ate Corned Beef Hash and Grits. Although the boys did not participate in the meal, they will need to go to “How to be southern” boot camp when we get back.