Once again far to much time has gone by since I posted my last journal. fortunately I took pictures and even though the memory card in my camera is not all that big it still does a better job at remembering what I did than I do.

Everyone has a photographic memory… some of us just don’t have film.

During the past 2 weeks Pat and I, or Pat, the boys and I, or The boys and I have been doing things close to home and we have been on the road a fair amount. I Can't tell you exactly what day what happened but will attempt to fill you in on some of the things that have been going on.

For one thing several of the kids in the orphanage and in my neighborhood have had birthdays. Cessar's family invited Pat and myself to their home for a birthday celebration of David, Cessar's younger brother. Actually Cessar did the inviting but skipped out of the party so that he could play soccer. Never the less it was a great party and both Pat and I commented on how a Birthday party does not have to cost an arm and a leg to be a success. We were all glad that it did not rain because the party took place under a few rusted out sheets of aluminum siding that were held up by a few pols. This is where Cessar's family eats all of their meals rain or shine.

In the USA we spank.

In Guatemala we stick their face in the cake.

Pat was not feeling well when Lady celebrated her birthday at her home a few weeks ago so a few of us re-celebrated at a restaurant in Antigua a few nights ago.

This time Moises who lives in the orphanage had a birthday party at Camperos. Esbin and Marcos came along with me from home so we were able to take 2 of the girls from the orphanage along as well. I think that Sonia and Veronica are now both madly in love with my 2 boys.

This orphanage outing wasn't even a birthday party but the gang sure had fun.

In between all of the fun stuff Pat and I made more trips to and from Guatemala City than I can count.

Mariam talking to the neurosurgeon before her surgery

Mariam had her surgery on Thursday and all went well. Fact is Pat and I picked her and her daughter up from the hospital last Tuesday. Mariam and her daughter will be spending the next 15 days with Marie, who Pat use to live with. Pat lives rite across the street from her and often eats there so she will be able to keep close tabs on Mariam's recovery. In about a week Mariam will have her stitches taken out and on the 18th she will be given another cat scan. If everything looks good the doctor will then let us take her back to her home in HueHue Tenango. Please keep her and her family in your prayers as she will likely still need further surgery to replace her bad eye with a glass eye. The Doctor told us that the tumor was hard to get at . He and another neurosurgeon worked removing it for about 4 hours and we are praying that they got it all. For now we parise God that her pain is gone and her life is not in immediate danger. Please pray with us that they got it all and that it will not grow back. Thanks so much to those of you who helped make this surgery possible and to all of you who upheld Mariam and her family in prayer.

Last weekend Cessar, Elder, and Marcos came along with me for the weekend.Elder didn't let a little thing like the foot he broke playing soccer

stop him from having fun.

Actually the main reason that we went to the lake was so that we could return Stephen's power wheelchair to him. A few weeks ago some of my other boys and myself had to take it back with us to Bethel's wheelchair shop because we did not have the parts to fix it with us. A young man named Mario has started working at Bethel's wheelchair shop and he seems to be a natural at fixing the power wheelchairs.

A few days ago Pat, her friend Amy, Alex and I went down near the coast. While we were there we brought a wheelchair to this lady who had a stroke last year.


Up until now her daughter had to carry her to and from her hammock.






We were also delighted to be able to stop of at the home of the Escobar family to bring in some food and inform them that they now have a monthly sponsor for food and for the education of 3 of the 4 boys. The youngest has CP and can not attend school.











We were also pleased to be able to stop at the home of Carlos who we had just given a new wheelchair to about 2 weeks ago and tell his mother that we now have a second sponsor so she will be able to give him the added medications that the doctor has prescribed for him. While we were there he had a seizure. We are praying that the added medication will take care of this.










Julio is a boy that has been in and out of the malnutrition ward of Hermano Pedro several times in the past few years. The first time that I brought him in he was 9 years old and weighted 14 pounds. Within about 6 months he weighed more than 35 pounds. His parent then took him back home but within a year he was down to 20 pounds and it was not until then that I could convince them to come along with me and readmit him into the malnutrition ward. After close to a year there he was moved down into the full time children's ward of Hermano Pedro where he continued to gain weight and do well. Last Christmas his parents once again decided to take him back home. Both the staff at Hermano Pedro and myself were skeptical of this but they can not keep parents from taking their child home unless they are a ward of the court. Even though we no longer Sponsor Julio I could not get him off from my mind. I did not know how welcome we would be so I asked the social workers from the clinic in Lagomara if they could check on him. The parents assured them that he was doing fine and even said that it would be OK if I wanted to visit them. I still had mixed emotions about going there because I knew that if he was once again starving to death that there would not be much that we could do. I had serious doubts that Hermano Pedro would take him back after the parent took him home 2 times against their will.

When we got to their home I was surprised to see that the other children looked much healthier and cleaner than they had any other time that I had been there. Mom took us over to the hammock that Julio was lying in and to our surprise he was clothed and clean. It also appeared that if he has lost any weight it was only a small amount. Dad soon came on the yard and was also friendly to us. This has not always been the case. It looks like Julio is doing OK at home but continue to pray for him and his family.

Today Saturday 3 of my kids and I went up to where Maria and her family live. I had not been there for a number of months and just wanted to visit some of the families that live up there. As it turned out most of the adults and older children were working the fields but we had a good time visiting with those that were there, and playing with the younger children. This area is always one of my favorite to visit.

Sometimes I fear that my journals give the wrong impression of what missionary life is like here in Guatemala. Most of the time I write about the highlights of what took place during the week and perhaps you think to your self what an exciting life and that you were here experiencing all that takes place. Don't take me wrong I would not trade living here in Guatemala for the world. God is at work and He teaching me so much but not every minute of the day is as exciting as what you read about. Fact is a lot of it can be pretty humdrum and can get down right boring if you allowed it to. In the past 10 days I have made more trips to Guatemala City and back than I care to count. Granted driving here in Guatemala can get pretty exciting but going to the City that many times can get old pretty fast, and sitting most of the day in a hospital waiting room waiting for the outcome of someone's surgery is not all that exciting. Neither is putting food on the table for a dozen or more kids, even if it is only corn flakes or hot dogs and chips. Doing your dishes and your laundry by hand in cold water may sound like an extended camp out but the pioneer spirit soon dwindles. Thankfully I have a lady who does the laundry for me but I am still trying to figure out where half of my socks go to every time my laundry is done. For a few Q I can usually talk one of the kids into doing the dishes but depending on the water pressure the garden hose does not always get all of the dirty food off. Just living here in Guatemala can consume so much of your time that pretty soon you seem to have very little time left to do missionary work. I had considered trying to give myself more time by cutting down on the everyday things but that did not seem to work. Getting the car repaired every other time that it broke didn't work out at all. And doing the dishes every other time that I used them proved to be a real disaster. Letting the lawn grow waist high instead of knee high resulted in to many lost soccer balls and even a few of my shorter kids. So what could I do so that I could spend more time being a missionary. Then it came to me. How about being one 24 hours a day no matter where I was or what I was doing? But how could I possibly do that? When ever I am in a village, at the orphanage, or at a wheelchair distribution I am aware that I am there as a representative of Jesus Christ so I remind myself that my actions are speaking as loudly as my words. (Possibly much louder in my case because I still have not gotten any better at my Spanish.) I even try my best to remember that when I am at home and the kids are in the house. (Well at least most of the time.) But what about when I am waiting in a long line at the grocery store and some one with 2 shopping carts full of groceries squeezes in front of me. Or worse than that when I am driving down the road and a buss squeezes me off the road while passing me only to slam on his brakes 100 feet further down the road to let some one off. There are very few gringos in my town so people are watching me. Even on garbage day when I pull into my alley only to discover that the neighbor's dog once again beat the garbage man to my garbage and it is scattered all over the neighborhood. I guess my car horn and my voice are a bit louder than I realized because I really got the attention of all of my neighbors the last time that it happened. Unfortunately it was not exactly the type of attention that I wanted. I guess what it all boils down to is do I want to be a part time missionary or a 24 hour one? I have met my share of part time Christians and if I am coming across to those that see me when I am off duty the way that the part time Christians come across to me I fear that those that are watching me will want little to do with the Jesus that I am suppose to be representing. It is my prayer that by being a missionary I will be exactly what God wants me to be as a Christan. I do not think that God equipped Christians with an on off switch or even a dimmer switch. Even if it is my 5th trip of the week to the city and the buss driver that is 2 inches from my back bumper is being a jerk.

If a man cannot be a Christian in the place he is, he cannot be a Christian anywhere.


Hear are a few more prayer requests.


Although Ervin looks like a happy camper here he is not that way at Hermano Pedro. A few days ago they transferred Ervin over to the teen section of Hermano Pedro because he has been hitting some of the littler kids and because he is getting too heavy for the nurses to lift into his crib. So far he is not adjusting and spends most of his time screaming. Please pray that he soon adjusts to this move.







Fernando has also made a move. Ever since his mom left for the States when he was about a year old Fernando has lived with his uncle and aunt. they are the only true mom and dad that he has ever known. A few days ago he informed me that he was thinking about moving over to Calin's house, and a few days later he made the move. His aunt and uncle who he has always lived with are devastated and can't understand why he decided to move. His nephews and nieces who always considered him a brother are in tears about it and his sister Etilene who still lives with his aunt and uncle cries for him a lot. Fernando has told me a few things but I personalty do not feel that I would consider them reason to move out of the house. I do not think that this move is a positive one but I could be wrong. Fernando has assured me that he will continue his schooling and that he will also continue to go to church. He has even promised that he will often visit his old family once he has adjusted to his new one. Please pray that he makes intelligent decisions.

Goodnight,
Yours in Christ: Dick