So a lot has happened since my last blog. This week we were supposed to read a chapter of celebration of discipline on simplicity. But we all felt like we were very complacent. So our leaders prayed about what to do because they wanted to help us out of that feeling. So that next morning they woke us up and told us that we had five minutes to get our warmest clothes on and our bible, pen, and notebook, and water bottle. The leaders had forgotten that another guy me and were in the downstairs room so I woke up because all the guys had been stomping on the stairs. So I found out what we needed so I woke up the other person in my room and we all loaded up in the vans. And they drove us to a square in the center of Matamoros and told us that we were to have our quiet time for two hours. After that before we got back in the vans a couple other people and me and a leader walked across the street into the Catholic Church. When we walked in there was a room to the left of us. In it was a clear see through coffin with a plastic replica of Jesus with a sad look upon his face, and blood coming out of his mouth and he had the crown of thorns on his head. His body was covered with white linen cloth and his head was resting on a white linen pillow. As horrifying as this was in front of it was a prayer bench. We looked inside just to see what it looked like and it was crazy there were three statues in the front above the altar. I hadn’t looked at them close enough so I don’t know who they were but right away I knew that this was a very rich church.
So a lot has happened since my last blog. This week we were supposed to read a chapter of celebration of discipline on simplicity. But we all felt like we were very complacent. So our leaders prayed about what to do because they wanted to help us out of that feeling. So that next morning they woke us up and told us that we had five minutes to get our warmest clothes on and our bible, pen, and notebook, and water bottle. The leaders had forgotten that another guy me and were in the downstairs room so I woke up because all the guys had been stomping on the stairs. So I found out what we needed so I woke up the other person in my room and we all loaded up in the vans. And they drove us to a square in the center of Matamoros and told us that we were to have our quiet time for two hours. After that before we got back in the vans a couple other people and me and a leader walked across the street into the Catholic Church. When we walked in there was a room to the left of us. In it was a clear see through coffin with a plastic replica of Jesus with a sad look upon his face, and blood coming out of his mouth and he had the crown of thorns on his head. His body was covered with white linen cloth and his head was resting on a white linen pillow. As horrifying as this was in front of it was a prayer bench. We looked inside just to see what it looked like and it was crazy there were three statues in the front above the altar. I hadn’t looked at them close enough so I don’t know who they were but right away I knew that this was a very rich church.
I wonder what “simplicity” may mean to you after this week of experiences.
~ Sarah
Estimado amigo Garrett. ?En que idioma habla con los veinos en el pueblo? No se porque, pero yo no he leido esta blog de 1 de noviembre hasta hoy, 10 de noviembre. Yo enviare una carta temprano. En el honor de la Universidad de Michigan (Mi hijo es jefe de policia alli, El dice GB y GB – (God Bless and Go Blue). GBm Garrett. Su amiga Bettie Magee