August 25, 2008
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what is up with my fear of cows? i don’t really think about it until i am walking down some random path in some little town and the road narrows and i suddenly have to brush past one of those big animals. you would be surprised how often this happens in Brasil. once it happened in the dark. scared the poop outta me. i didn’t see the cow until i was blocked in. but nothing scared me as much as when Carina and i had to make a run for it. i promise those cows were hungry for woman flesh.
Aninha hired a guy to weed the yard around their house. he is an older man that looks like Frodo. wait…frodo is a hobbit…i mean the hunchback guy from the hunchback of Notra Dame. anyways, this guy had a very big growth something on his back. but really kind eyes. Aninha tried to pay him with a check…but he didn’t know what it was and didn’t trust it. and he was an older gentleman. must have lived off of petty cash from odd jobs his whole life. can you imagine never seeing a check before? let alone a credit card…
i tried to explain how dryers work to Cacau. and how those who didn’t have washers and dryers didn’t wash their own clothes either–they went to the laundramat. try explaining that to a mother who has washed her family’s clothes all her life.
i like working with children because they have something really special in them. i guess my goal is to try to grab that something special in them and show it to them. to have them see themselves, for all the good and the bad, but mostly…for what God can do.
Apocalipse 21:6-7 “Aquele que estava assendado no trono disse: “Estou fazendo novas todas as coisas!” Disse-me ainda: “Esta feito eu sou o Alfa e o Omega, o Principio e o Fim. A quem tiver sede, darei de beber gratuitamente da fonte do agua da vida. o vencedor redara tudo isto, e eu serei seu Deus e ele sera meu filho.” (Apocalipse is Portugese for Revelations…if you would like to follow along.)
i feel saudades falling upon me. a sadness in beauty that balances under my eyes and the left corner of my lips.
Comments (3)
I have been the victim of cow-muggings all my life. They adore me, for some reason. I remember teaching kids in Haiti, having to step around cattle to find my way back to the teachers’ compound. (Shudders)
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how long were you in Haiti? my parents met in Haiti, and i have always had a secret love affair with it…
I was at Jacmel and in the surrounding communities for just over 9 months.