Argentina Team Update #11
Day Ten
Today was our team debriefing. We spent about three hours sipping coffee, talking about our highs and lows of the trip. We also had a chance to review our training program and discuss what we would do differently next time. There was an overwhelming response that the trip was a great success in that we were able to provide high quality training while being very specific about our testimonies. We felt very privileged to be the face of such a unique and awesome opportunity to reach other first responders. It is like we are the tiny piece of an iceberg sticking out of the water with a huge financial and prayer support system spreading out beneath the surface. This ministry will grow, that is apparent. There are already requests for us to come back and train with several fire stations from areas that we haven’t been to yet. If you had ANY part in sending us, you should pay attention and feel proud of your part in spreading the gospel and providing equipment to a group of people that experience pain and trauma as a part of their jobs. Thank you for sending us!
Just a quick shout out to my dad, who is already waiting for me in eternity. I was sitting outside at lunch and a bird pooped on my left arm. I wasn’t thrilled as I stared at the mess, trying to process it, but then I started to chuckle. When I was little, we went to Disneyland and a bird pooped on the top of my dad’s head while we were eating lunch. I remember his easy-going nature as he laughed the incident off. It reminded me that our “iceberg” support system started well before we went on this trip. The support also comes in the form of the countless hours our family, friends, and pastors pour into our young lives as we grow. So, pay attention to what you say and model to the next generation; they may grow to be a 43-year-old fire fighter making connections with the Bomberos in Argentina and sharing the Gospel. I think my dad would be thrilled to sit and talk with me about it.
We also made a visit to the Children’s home and met the rest of the staff we missed last night. We got a tour and even played a little soccer with Jorge, who remembered me from two years ago. I’m not a huge soccer fan, but when 13-year-old Jorge immediately runs up to you and asks to play soccer, it’s “Messi” all the way.
We finished the evening having an Asado with Tom Feeney’s Cell group. We weren’t in prison; it is just the name for the Men’s group at his church. They prayed for us, Tom Cooney gave a short sermon, and then we ate an entire cow [probably]. It was delicious and great to stumble over my Spanish with such gracious hosts. I will now roll myself to bed for our last night in San Nicolas.
