We are half way through our time here in Buenos Aires. In some ways it feels like it has gone really fast but in a lot of ways it seems like the first day we got here was soo long ago. We are finally getting into our schedule, people have stopped getting sick, and we're all starting to get used to Argentine culture. We are spending around 25 hours a week at our respective campuses and it can be exhausting at times. I'm finally getting to the point where I know my way around the labrythine, hogwarts like campus. I wish I could post pictures now, but it'll have to wait until I get back.
Ministry has been getting better and better. I have never spent this much time before talking to students (most of whom only speak a little English) about what they believe and sharing the gospel this much. Early last week I was just getting really exhausted. Last Wednesday I hit my lowest point when I woke up thinking, ''why am I even here?'' I was feeling like I had only really come on the trip because I had started sending out letters and started raising support and it would be embarrassing to send out other letters that said I'm actually not going to go. I prayed about it a lot that morning and later when we went on campus I was feeling a lot more calm and confident that I was supposed to be here. A friend and I were talking to a guy and sharing the gospel later, and she was leading this one while I was praying and supporting. And it jut hit me then that 'this' is why I am here. To share or to proclaim the gospel. That it doesn't matter what successes or failures I see but just that I am telling people that God loves them, that he sent his son to die for them, to save them from their sins to enable them to have a relationship with him. 'While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.' This is why I am here.
Two stories:
A week ago, Erica and I talked to a guy named Augustin. We shared the gospel with him and he was really receptive. He had to go so we gave him a 'Four Spiritual Laws' Gospel tract/pamphlet (which are totally normal here and people seem to like them a lot more than in the States) and hoped to meet up with him again. Later I was in the cafeteria and I saw him across the room, reading the tract. As he was leaving I waved at him and he came over and told me, 'This is very interesting, I'm reading it again.'
On Monday, Steven and I talked to a guy named Ricardo. He told us he was shy and not very sociable which is weird for an Argentine. The conversation went well and we asked if we could share what we thought. We shared the gospel with him and he was following along with us really well and agreeing with everything we said. We finally asked if he wanted to pray to give his life to Christ, and he said 'yes.' And then we kind of sat there for a second and I asked if he wanted to do that now, and he said 'no.' I'm hoping we can meet with him again.
These past three weeks have been awesome and challenging and completely the opposite of how last summer's Summer Project was. Please pray for me and for the entire team.
Some things I miss from the US: Napkins that actually absorb stuff, understanding what everyone is saying, peanut butter, having a car, having a cell phone/computer/internet access, getting refills at restaurants, vegetables
Things I really like about here: mate (its a drink, kinda like tea that everyone drinks pronounced mah-te), public transportation (subway), everyone is really friendly, people are eager to share what they have, that its not 95 degrees and super humid, that people don't worry about political correctness.
Thanks for reading!