Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Things I've been taught to cook since being in Mexico (get ready, this list is long!)
- carne asada
- chiles rellenos
- tostadasmexican rice (here it's just called rice)
- refried beans
- horchata (drink made from rice)
- jamaica (drink made from dried flowers)
- champurrada (drink made from corn flour, milk & chocolate)
- fish tacos
- lots of different salsas
- homemade corn & flour tortillas
- nopales (a type of cactus)
The list goes on. I just wanted to share my Mexican culinary skills with you.
Are you impressed?
So if you're in the mood for some authentic Mexican food, call me up. We can make a day of it.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
God is the Great Physician. In the States, I don't need God to be my Great Physician. If I get sick, I take some meds. If it gets worse I go to the doctor. Quick and easy. And I have the money to pay for it all. Here, we have to trust that God will heal. God can do things that no doctor can do. There was a man from Princeton, New Jersey who developed a tooth abscess on Monday. The left side of his face was so swollen it looked like he had a baseball stuck in the side of his mouth. We prayed. Not just once. Everytime we prayed (before breakfast, before construction, after construction, before lunch, just for fun...) we asked God to heal him. Wednesday rolled around and he was feeling better but still not too hot. We decided he needed to see the dentist but before he went, we prayed and put it in God's hands. He got to the dentist only to be told that the abscess had drained and was started to heal itself. There was nothing more the dentist could do.
God is the potter. I'm just a piece of clay. I can't do anything on my own. That is such a relief when I think about it. To know that God is shaping me. He knows what He's doing with my life and the end result will be beautiful. There are many stages in making a clay pot when it just looks so...not like a pot. The clay gets built up then torn down only to be built up again. But the whole time, the potter has an end goal in mind. And the clay has no say in the whole deal. What right does the clay have to say, "What do you think you're doing?" It's just some balled up mud. I trust with all I am that the Potter know what He's doing.
There's more. But I haven't processed it yet. Honestly, I'm a little scared to head back to the States. Comfortable. Selfish. Prosperous. Lazy. Lukewarm. I still am all of these things. Some more than others. And it's not that I think the United States is filled with awful people who are all going to Hell. Nothing like that at all. But I think in the States we're blinded. By politics, money, media, culture, "morality". The status quo. Within the church and without.
That was not the intention of this blog. I just wanted to tell you guys that I've fallen more in love with Jesus. And it's wonderful. I'd say you should try it. But it's nothing you can do. I had to realize I'm just a piece of clay, but I have a friend who knows what's up.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Having babies happens a lot different here as you'd probably guess. Yes, they have their babies in the hospital. But no one is allowed back with them when they're in there. They're in one big room while they're going through all the contractions and when one of the is finally dialated and ready to push that's when they take them away to have the baby in a separate room. And they don't hang around the hospital too long. Rosi was out of there by about 2 in the afternoon after just having the baby at midnight. She'll go back to the hospital tomorrow for a check up to make sure all is well.
Everyone is healthy, happy and tired.
Praise God for another beautiful baby girl He's made.