Ok, so I’m a little late with my posts, but I’m trying to catch up. 

The week of the delivery (see below) was pretty heavy; I felt like I witnessed the entire cycle of life.  In addition to the delivery, I saw everything from mangy kids with pinworms to elderly women suffering under the pangs of depression, anxiety, and a tumultuous life.  If that weren’t enough, two of my students lost family members that week; one lost a close cousin in a violent robbery in Lima just days after his grandmother pasted away.

But I also went to Gerver and Bertha’s wedding, where their three children were baptized as part of the service; covenant and sacrament are rarely so vividly illustrated in one day.

I am reminded of the humanity of life and the earthiness of the covenant.  I am reminded of Death, our last and greatest enemy, and the resurrection of Christ.  Victory is on my mind, and a longing for the New Heaven and New Earth.

So please pray for my students and my friends.  Trujillo is not an easy place to forget about death.  Providence brought me to a friend’s house this morning for a chat; he told me that a neighbor committed suicide in front of his house just days ago. 

Smoked sausage, red new potatoes, corn on the cob, toasted baguette, warm garlic butter, sweet tea, and lots of unpeeled shrimp. 

The low country cousine has finally reached the costal dessert of Trujillo, Peru –  I’m almost home. 

Saturday night, we hosted a Low Country Shrimp Boil, a.k.a. “Frogmore Stew,” to appreciate our Peruvian professors and give them a chance to experience some southern cookin’.  With swing jazz playing in the background (and a little kitchen dancing afterwards) I felt like I was in Charleston, SC again.  I’m almost home.

Take a look at the pics.

By now most of you have heard of the earthquake that struck Ica, Peru last Wednesday, leaving hundreds dead, more than a thousand wounded, and many others homeless, jobless, or hungry. 

From the church here in Trujillo, Jaime Avellaneda, Jose Madrid, and Clara Lee are traveling this weekend to the villages surrounding the southern cities of Ica and Pisco to distribute emergency items to some of the most needy victims in the area.  Due to recent disturbances in Ica - incuding the assault and robbery of several aid workers – this could be a dangerous trip.  Please include their health and safety in your prayers for the victims of this natural disaster.

If you would like to help, please go here for information.

I spent most of the last week of July in Santiago de Chile with the purpose of renewing my passport, touring the city, seeing green, leafy trees for the first time in months, and visitng a university mission. 

Once I returned to Tujillo, I had one day to celebrate my birthday before heading out again on a mission trip to the highlands.  I narrowly escaped having the traditional egg cracked on my head, and due to a delayed flight from Santiago, the crew of singers outside my door on the eve of my birthday was forced to give up and wait another day to sing “Feliz Cumpleaños.”  Nevertheless, I had my face shoved into a chocolate cake after being offered the honorary “First Bite.”

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and I got on a bus with 16 coastal Peruvians bound for the highlands.

Six hours to Cajamarca by bus, four hours to Celedín by combi (15 passenger van that holds up to 32 people), and another three hours to Saraúz, our final destination.  Four of the thirteen hours were spent singing loud spanish hymns and alabanzas; three were spent praying the brakes wouldn’t burn out and send us plummeting over the edge of the threatening roadside precipices. 

After the first day spent in Saraúz, an agrarian mountain village lacking modern amenities like running water and electricity, I was keenly aware of the chasmic difference in cultures - only not that of my own.  Though speaking the same language and wearing hte same skin, the technologically savy, cell phone-clad Trujillanos from the city were at a stark contrast with the corn-husking, straw hat-wearing locals.  

The Trujillanos I saw walking out of the forrest/garden, arms full of vegetables, yelling, “I found avocadoes!”, were almost too much for a campesino like myself to handle.  However, after a week of drinking lukewarm water from a creek and eating milk and rice for breakfast, much had been accomplished.  Our last day was accompanied with many departing tears, and the church we visited had been revived.  I was nearly astounded.

We hitched a ride back to Celendín on a truck full of firewood, papayas, and breast-feeding mothers.  Perhaps that was quite an experience in itself, but by that time, my Western notion of personal space and comfort was put aside by a bubbling sack of live chickens and a milk-thirsty babe whose mother was comfortably riding in my lap, so it’s hard to say.  At any rate, we were glad to arrive in Cajamarca and subsequent Incan hot springs after a week in the highlands.

This is the congregation of the Iglesia Evangélica Presbiteriana del Perú in Saraúz, along with a few city-dwelling missionaires and myself. 

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As for my part, I’ve grown weary of saying goodbye and have vowed never to attend a despidida for anyone here for less than six months.   Birthdays, however, cannot go uncelebrated here in Peru, and of late, seem to be as common as goodbyes.

We recently celebrated Clara Lee’s birthday at Roky’s, a classy chicken/karaoke/dance hall/children’s playground hotspot on Larco Avenue here in Trujillo.  Those of you who have visited Trujillo may remember it for the bright lights, smoke (from the grill, of course), and moat that surround it.

Below is a picture from the celebration.  Chase and I shared a roasted chicken, and as you can see from the carnage and facial expressions, it was quite a treat.  Later, we sang karaoke.  The hit of the night was when Pepe Bateman sang the musical pride of German nationalism, Edel Weiss.

And here´s one with Clara (she’s smiling in the back left).

Wilson has maintained that Christianity is good for the world because Jesus died for the life of the world.  Here is a quote from part 5 of the debate regarding evidence for his position:

Actually, I believe I can present evidence for what I know. But evidence comes to us like food, and that is why we say grace over it. And we are supposed to eat it, not push it around on the plate—and if we don’t give thanks, it never tastes right. But here is some evidence for you, in no particular order. The engineering that went into ankles. The taste of beer. That Jesus rose from the dead on the third day, just like he said. A woman’s neck. Bees fooling around in the flower bed. The ability of acorns to manufacture enormous oaks out of stuff they find in the air and dirt. Forgiveness of sin. Storms out of the North, the kind with lightning. Joyous laughter (diaphragm spasms to the atheistic materialist). The ocean at night with a full moon. Delta blues. The peacock that lives in my yard. Sunrise, in color. Baptizing babies. The pleasure of sneezing. Eye contact. Having your feet removed from the miry clay, and established forever on the rock. You may say none of this tastes right to you. But suppose you were to bow your head and say grace over all of it. Try it that way.

If you want to read the whole debate, go here .

As a discipline of regular posting, I thought I’d give a former episode that previously went unblogged.

My brother Drew (the stately one in the background without the fur) came down with a group from New Covenant PCA in Anderson, SC.   After they left, Drew and I traveled down to Cusco and Machu Picchu for a couple of days to see one of the modern seven wonders of the world.

It was a great being able to see some familiar faces and spend some time with Drew in the Southern Andes.

Well, here we go.

After a lengthy hietus, I’ve decided to start blogging again.  As some of you already know, I recently made the decision to postpone seminary for another year and extend my stay here in Peru.  I’ll continue to work with the San Agustín Language Institute in some capacity, but focus my ministry on the university students that attend the RUF here.

I hope to post some pictures, anecdotes, and thoughts as the year unfolds.  ‘Til later.