Costa Rican Immigration, Part 26 or So...

On December 4th I went once again to try to get my residency visa renewed. If you haven't read about previous experiences, I will sum them up for you in a few words: long waits, repeated visits, multiple bank deposits, standing for hours at a time, confused and anxious masses of people, more delays, and many frustrations. The last time I went, I waited for hours and hours just to make an appointment that was nearly three months off. December 4th was my scheduled appointment.

My appointment was for 1:20PM and I arrived at the gates of the complex at 1:12. I had no sooner found the end of the line when the official at the door called out, “Susan Yah-net!” I’ve learned to be attentive to all renderings of my name. Sure enough, he was calling for me! I was directed to a row of chairs and sat down comfortably. I looked at my watch. 1:16.

Every few minutes we were directed to shift chairs, gradually working our way towards the front of the huge room. After about 15 minutes I was moved into another room and took my seat in order – way in the back corner. There were about 70 others in line ahead of me, comfortably arranged in order by the rows of seats. What an improvement over last time! I had not been in that room for even two minutes when an energetic, smiling young man stepped briskly out of the offices up front, strolled all the way to the back, looked directly at me and asked, “Are you here to renew your documents? What time was your appointment for? What is your name?” He told me, “We’ll call you soon.”

Not two minutes later he called out my name and I walked past everyone else, to their astonishment and my own. He greeted me enthusiastically and asked how I was doing today. He seemed to genuinely want to know. He pulled out my document file (I couldn’t believe they even could find it!) and even pulled up my data on his computer. (That was a first, too!) He had me verify the information, hand him two letters*, and sign my name. He took ten digital fingerprints, five of my right index finger and five of the left. (I wonder if they weren’t supposed to be of each of my ten fingers!!) He asked me to look at the camera, and I gave the camera a look that told all about my immigration experience today. (Photo attached.)

That’s it! I was out of there in less than an hour with my renewed visa! I have to go back in May, because I need to renew once a year, and it took so long to get the appointment that seven months of my year is already gone. But, I’m not complaining!!!

* Earier in the day I picked up a required letter of recommendation from the Central American Church offices, but too late realized that 1) it had my wrong ID number on it and 2) I needed to have it notarized. So, I held my breath as I handed it to the young man, knowing it could be rejected. He didn’t even look at it and simply added it to the file!

His Plenipotentiaries

What a mouthful! Plenipotentiares. That's what I read this morning in a reading from A. J. Gordon.

"Behold, I give unto you power... over all the power of the enemy; and nothing shall by any means hurt you." (Luke 10:19)

Jesus says to us, "I have the authority. I have won it for you. I give it to you. Use it in My Name! You shall act in My place, even as I acted in your place." We go, authorized as His plenipotentiaries. But, even as we go, our every step is contested. Therefore we must meet Satan's persistence with our own clear insistence. Our taking must be "as deep as [our] lives; it must be as intense as the opposition." (And then, maybe a bit more!)

"And he did not many mighty works there because of their unbelief." (Matt. 13:58)

Head, Shoulders, Hip and Toes, Hip and Toes

HEAD: I am trying to use it today! I have a lot to do to prepare for the Thanksgiving Bash. I was awake quite a bit last night and started thinking about how one of Kari’s goals in coming back to Costa Rica was to help lighten our load more. So, I started listing all I have to do and all that she can help me with. I’m so excited that today she readily signed on to help! Here’s a list of some of the things I’m recruiting her for either today or over the next few days:
1. Revise and print Thanksgiving menu; look over and organize needed recipes and figure out what we still need to buy/do
2. Help me come up with a “program” for Thursday so I know what we are doing and have bases covered
3. Talk to Tulio about bouquets and come up with vases
4. Find decorations: crayons, shawl, bittersweet, pumpkin bowls
5. Organize serving dishes and cooking stuff we will need
6. Call David Obando about the words for the Thanksgiving Day songs and make a document for those and maybe one for writing up a thanksgiving prayer to God (one for each person – pretty with clipart – maybe like a place card)
7. Help me with stamps on newsletters
8. Errands in SI: PO, bookstore for Thanksgiving tablecloth paper, etc
9. Maybe fix Arroz con Pollo with me???
10. Help organize devo photos and pages for Grandkid Devo
11. Organize Allmamirecipes.com
12. Work on calendar and “to-do” list for Alpine and ARC’S short-term teams

SHOULDERS: I think the above would take a lot of load off my shoulders. Regarding Woody’s shoulders: he just left to meet with Eric Gustafson over breakfast. They plan to meet regularly in order to be more proactive about financial issues for the LAMC.

HIP: Yesterday I saw Dr. Manley for my left hip. Just as Dr. Longworth thought by my pain description to him by phone, it is bursitis – tronchanter bursitis, to be exact. It probably was caused by favoring my right knee (infection) as well as my right foot (neuroma). I had to have two shots. The first was deep, guided by ultrasound. It was a mixture of cortisone and a local anesthetic. Double ouch! It hurt a lot. But, within minutes the anesthetic helped the pain. He also injected separately an anti-inflammatory, since my stomach can’t handle the oral version. Woody may have to give me shots every day for three more days. (You can do it, Woody!)

TOES: See photo. Don’t look too closely at the toes themselves, please. Just enjoy the “Pedal Christmas Spirit.”

The Chain is Her Conscience

I tell lots of stories about our 104 pound dog because I learn a lot of things from her. My brother Vito circled one verse in my prayer book and he wrote in the margin, “Celeste.” The verse reminded him of my walks with her.

1 Kings 8:23 talks about walking before God with all our hearts. When I walk Celeste, she couldn’t be happier. She is always eager to see the next thing on the path. That’s just how we should be! We should walk very closely to God (Heel!), and look forward to wherever He takes us.

Today I was thinking about another dog lessen. It is sometimes very hard for Celeste to resist running through our invisible fence. The fence is supposed to keep her inside by shocking her if she crosses the line. But, sometimes she feels like it’s worth it to run through the shock line… like if another dog shows up or she sees a squirrel outside of our property.

Recently Celeste ran out to chase another dog. After I got her back into our yard, I put her choke chain on and literally dragged her into the shock area so that she would remember clearly and painfully the consequence of escaping our yard. I am still working with her to teach her to obey consistently. So, while I sit outside on our step, spending time in God’s Word, I keep her choke chain nearby. As soon as she steps near the limit, looking longingly at dogs just outside her reach, I pick up and shake the choke chain. Just the sound of it makes her immediately jump back about 10 feet and to quickly decide to abide by the limits we’ve set.

That choke chain is much like our conscience. 2 Corinthians 1:12 talks clearly of the biblical concept of the conscience. If we are going to “listen to the choke chain” we must behave consistently – whether at church, at home, or wherever we find ourselves. We need to ask God to be totally in control of our lives and hearts so that even people outside our church notice that we belong to Jesus.

We need to be very sensitive to the voice of the Holy Spirit in our lives. But, we also need to accept His forgiveness and not echo a voice of condemnation. Like a tape recorder, sometimes we play over and over again the same tape that condemns us. Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. But, remember, once God forgives us, he cleanses our consciences and doesn’t want us to grovel in our guilt.

This is a family prayer I wrote in my devotional for our Porter grandkids:

God, please convict us and guide us through our consciences. We want to please You without having to “cross the shock line.” Instead, help us to obey You from the get-go, using our consciences to guide us rather than convicting us of what we’ve already done wrong. Right now, though, we want to listen to You speak to our hearts about anything that we might have done wrong – whether it is a bad attitude, lack of thankfulness, hurtful words, or disobedience. We confess our sin before you, God, and now we thank You that You forgive and remove our sins from us as far as the east is from the west. Help us to live with a clear conscience today. Whenever Satan wants us to replay the tape recorder, help us remember that You have compassion on us and we should have compassion on ourselves as well. Thank You that Jesus paid the price for all our sins and paved the way to live guilt-free each day. Amen.

I Like Bananas!

We used to sing a children's chorus which said, "I like bananas, I know that mangoes are sweet. I like papayas, but nothing can beat the sweet love of God." Now I eat bananas, papayas and mangos almost daily. The bananas in this photo are from our back yard. In the photo you only see about 1/3 of the bunch that came off of just one tree! We have plenty of bananas to satisfy our yens and the appetites of our neighbors and friends to boot!

Every Friday, at least as often as I can, I visit my friends at our local small nursing home called Albernia. At least two of the 16 residents, and maybe only those two, are Christians. The one pictured here is Don Edgar. I've been reading the Bible with Edgar each week. Sometimes Don Carlos joins us.

Celeste's Sky Blue Eye

You may not know about our ordeal of building a house. I won't go into the details except to say that when our house was not ready on time, we rented a small apartment in the town of San Isidro, expecting to live there for three months while the house was being finished. 17 months later, we finally moved into our house, even though it was far from done, and didn't even have electricity or water!

On the day of the big move we were so happy to get out of the dark, damp, moldy apartment in San Isidro. As we pulled up to the driveway with our car and a moving truck, there on the front steps sat a three month old Harlequin Great Dane puppy! I had never even seen a Great Dane before and was very impressed - with her size and with her good behavior. She had no tags on with the owner information, so she ended up spending the day with us. She was a lot of fun!

During the course of the day, Woody turned to me and asked, "What do you suppose her name is?" I looked her in the eye, and replied, "Celeste." Celeste means sky blue in Spanish. Woody thought that was a bit of a wimpy name for a huge dog, but I thought it seemed just right for her.

At the end of the day she disappeared, not to show up again for another week. The next time she showed up, there was a torn bit of rope dragging behind her, attached to a collar with her name and owner's phone number.

You guessed it! Her name was Celeste!

Over the next few months she repeatedly ran away to our house. We told her owners that if they ever wanted to give her away, we'd take her. A few months later they called us to say that they were moving to Canada and could not take Celeste with them. At first they wanted to sell her to us for $200. But, they ended up giving her away, because they were sure it was not just coincidence that I guessed her name "out of the blue."

Payback at Machu Picchu

When we left La Paz, Bolivia, in 1980 we had a nine month old baby, Krista. We were young, adventurous, and probably foolish. Since we were uncertain we would be returning to Bolivia, we sold off or gave away all of our belongings except what we could pack into two suitcases apiece. Our baggage weight was carefully calculated - a 280 pound limit between the four bags. (Just imagine traveling around several countries, carrying that weight, plus carry-ons, plus a baby!) We managed to squeeze in a few extra pounds for free by wearing several layers of clothing. (Have you read The Poisonwood Bible? We laughed so hard as we read the account of the plane trip to Africa, stretching the airline baggage limits.)

Wanting to take advantage of our trip back to the USA, we planned to see as much of South America as possible on our shoestring budget. The first leg of the trip was by train from La Paz to the edge of Lake Titicaca. From there we got on a steamboat made in the 1870's which was brought up in pieces by carts and burros from Lima to be reassembled. Our crossing of the lake took all night. Our berth had two incredibly small bunkbeds - short and narrow. They did not have mattresses, but instead were strung with canvas. The deep dip in the canvas made an ideal crib for Krista and she slept well while we wrestled with the frame of the bed, impinging on our bodies on every side.

At dawn we could see the city of Puno, Peru - our destination. Well, not exactly. We were to take a train from there to Cusco. Krista and I passed through immigration and got on the train with some of our belongings while Woody tried to settle matters with the Peruvian customs agents. It seems to me that our train was already moving when Woody threw our bags up and jumped in the train just in time.

We had been forwarned about how dangerous this leg of the trip would be. The warnings were well founded. (In fact, that particular train was renowned for having the most robberies of any train in the world.) The whole trip - lasting all day - we kept our eyes on our bags, putting a hand or foot on each one, focused to avoid robberies. People were robbed right and left. One particular couple was robbed four times in the course of the day. Robbers would jump on the slow moving trains while their cohorts pounded on the outside of the train windows to distract the passengers. Heavy laden as we were, we never once got robbed. It was no small wonder that with all the chaotic yelling, crying, screaming, and running, our poor little Krista did not sleep all day long.

By the time we finally arrived in Cusco - about 36 hours after leaving La Paz, we were all shot. Krista was so over-tired that it took us hours to get her to sleep in our cold, dark, little hotel room.

We had planned to take another train ride to Machu Picchu, but we decided there was no way we could subject ourselves, let alone our baby, to another Peruvian train experience.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

The List

As we get ready to take four weeks off, here is a list of some of the things I must do over the next week. It might give you a bit more insight into our lives behind the scenes.

1. Write mentoring notes to four of the nine women that I regularly e-mentor.
2. Write a prioritized list of house projects we will have two of our disciples work on while we are gone. (They are both in need of financial help.)
3. Speaking of the above, see that money gets to a couple we mentor – they need a loan and we will have them do graphic design projects for us to pay back the loan.
4. Study details of two software programs so that I can teach them to a group of IT missionaries next Monday. (Attend the class on it that Eric teaches this Wednesday so I have a better idea what to do.)
5. Register Quicken.
6. Schedule a time to meet with M.M.– a former disciple who married a gringo and is back from the USA for a week. She is struggling in every sense of the word and has asked to meet with me.
7. Finish organizing and printing all our notes on Cross-Cultural Communication for Formation 2008.
8. Update my blog. (Mark that one off now!)
9. Do monthly shopping at PriceSmart.
10. Contact Miguel about one missing piece of our Access training program.
11. Send gifts for:
a. Our daughter Krista’s birthday
b. Janie’s baby
c. Two of our MK’s getting married – one from Costa Rica, one from Bolivia
12. Look up a missing element in Formation/Access curriculum; possibly need to re-write it
13. Reserve/purchase Woody’s Bolivia tickets for July/August – using vouchers from TX trip
14. Take P out for ice cream. (P was assaulted last month – want to encourage her)
15. Eat lunch with missionary from team here – I also mentor her
16. Get my hair cut and toenails painted
17. Go to Immigration to reinitiate visa process (Oh, how I hate to think of that!)
18. Go to municipality offices to complete process of property transfer (I think I am almost done with this long process)
19. Meal plans for our time at the cabin; grocery list for that time period
20. Write about forty thank you notes
21. Fix Celeste’s invisible fence collar
22. Go to Bolivian consulate with required documents to solicit my visa for July ministry/family reunion trip
23. Reserve and purchase the Peru portion of my ticket for that trip
24. Update my list of people wanting Su’s Daily Devos
25. Give the income from above to Checho, headed to Zambia later this year. He is in fund-raising process and struggling.
26. Pick up the mower we left off for repair.
27. Call on my biopsy reports from gastroscopy last week.
28. See internist about my foot pain (Wednesday) Probably get a cortisone injection
29. Host the all-day-training session on Saturday for Costa Ricans taking a short-term-trip to China – teaching English! And checking out missions possibilities.

Is it any wonder I feel a bit overwhelmed at times?

Birthday Coffee

We all stay so busy around here that it is often hard to connect with one another. So, it was really fun for me to host a birthday coffee party at my house for four of my friends who had birthdays within three weeks of one another. I got up at 4:30AM in order to prepare hot, fresh caramel rolls for the occasion. We had a great time talking about our favorite birthdays. Some of them really made us laugh. We also took time to form a circle around the birthday girls, one by one, and pray for them.

Monday, March 10 ISRAEL JOURNAL

Though this entry is about Monday's activities, I did not have time to write about it until Wednesday, so there are probably gaps. Each day is so full of activity!)

I had more energy today after a good night's sleep. I ate breakfast at 6AM in order to be ready to leave by 6:25 to see the rabinical tunnels - excavation of the Western Wall of the Temple Mount. The excavation done was deep and long. The first rock we saw weighed 500 tons - more than our tour bus! The brochure about this tour reads, "Looking at the Western Wall, perspectives and points of view sharpen; the truly insignifican shrinks. These stones which observe beyond time and place have seen it all, have breathed war and seen peace, experienced calamity, and promise revival."

Perhaps a bit over-the-top description, but the tour shure gave be a new perspective of just how awesome the Temple was! That wall was 488 meters long! One also sees there rooms, plublic halls, water tunnels, arches, and cistens. I can't find a statistic about the height of the wall, but it is taller than what I would have ever imagined. I did read that the wall above ground is 25 stones tall, measuring 18 meters above ground. Below ground they have discovered yet another 19 stones of depth. By my poor math calculations, that would total 31 meters tall. That is a third of a football field!

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Herodion Defense System

This photo does not reflect how STEEP Herodion is. Imagine these huge stones rolling furiously down the mountain at you!

Part II of Sunday, March 9

We drove on past Bethlehem to Herodion. I don't think I'd ever heard of Herodion before, but it should be one of the wonders of the world. It is a gigantic artificial mountain built by Herod the Great. It looms much larger than Disney World's Space Mountain. It looks likke a lopped off volcano. Our bus was able to drive half way up the mountain and we hiked the rest of the way up. As we hiked we saw a huge stack of the large round rocks that they used as a defense system. The mountainside is steep. They would roll down around a hundred of those rocks towards the enemy struggling to get to the top. To see just ONE of those stones coming down would be terrifying!.

We hiked up to the palace that was hidden in the crater recess of the mountain. It served as a summer resort and a retreat in case of attack. Originally there were two stories underground and five above ground. Herod and his family lived on the top floor. The ruins included three bath houses, cisterns, escape tunnels, three towers, a sinagogue and a ritual bath. Servants would haul the water up for the baths and other needs. Herodion was built between 23 and 20BC. The synagogue and ritual baths were built by Zealots in 66 AD. Jesus surely must have known about this place!

Looking down from the mountain you can see below the remains of a swimming/boating pool he built that measured about 230 feet by 150 feet! It was also a great view of Bethlehem and surrounding areas.

We drove back through the countryside, watching the shepherds and their flocks, and all 250 of us had lunch at a banquet hall in Bethlehem. There we heard the testimony of a Christian Palestinian who was an active atheist in college, but met God through an amazing experience of awaking paralyzed and thus beginning his search for truth. All of us sang a few Christmas carols, which sounded very beautiful and were very meaningful in that setting.

After lunch the whole group had a shopping venture with assertive vendors. I bought nothing because I don't like souvenir shopping. Later I realized I should have shopped while I had the opportunity.

From there we circled around the huge walls of a refugee camp in existence since 1948. We listened to Palestinian spin instead of our usual Jewish Israeli spin. I wish I could know the truth and the insides of the refugee situation. The walls were covered with interesting grafitti. (I'll try to post a photo later.)

We went on to a Jewish museum, but were in a time crunch. They had a huge scale model of ancient Jerusalem, which was helpful to orient us to all we are seeing and to visualize Jerusalem at different stages of its history. Our guide talked just a bit too long, so the museum closed before we could see the Dead Sea Scrolls.

I was extremely tired during our evening debrief time with the Latinos, led by Mark. I bowed out and went to our room early (9:30) and slept like a rock. Between all the activity PLUS translating all day long, it has been very tiring.

GYI 2008

Here we are... all 250 of us from over 50 countries!

Sunday, March 9, 2008 in Israel

I got up at 6AM so I could at least have a short time reading the Scriptures about Bethlehem - today's destination. I wish I could read more of the Bible each day to prepare myself! For instance, we think of Bethlehem as the site of Jesus' birth. But, Bethlehem is also the site of many more important Biblical events.

The hotel made some changes in how they are serving our groups, so it was less chaotic today. I love the pastries and eggs. Yum!

Our first conference session of the day began with good worship and then a challenging message by Mark Titley from South Africa on "My Religion Meets the Master." (You can listen to the message on the GYI website.) Both this message and the one last night by Dann lasted about one hour. This is one of the few times in my life that I've regretted they didn't stretch each message out over at least two hours. There was so much to think on and to learn! Too much great stuff packed in too little time.

We took off by mid-afternoon on our tour bus. Our first stop was the Mount of Olives for a group photo. I will try to add that to the blog soon. Once again, it was hard to have the Latinos keep up with the group, but on the other hand, they are like sponges, not wanting to miss a word. Cool!

We headed on to Bethlehem. At the Palesinian/Israeli border we traded guides. They wanted to give us a Palestinian Christian perspective. We sensed an oppressive spirit on the other side of the wall. There were walls, barbed wire, bars, grafiti and lots of trash on the streets. That was hard to see. We drove right through the town center of Bethlehem without stopping at the Church of the Nativity. I think that was a good call, because on the other side we could better visualize how the area would have been when Jesus was born. There were shepherds watching over their flocks on the hillsides.

The Soundtrack of Life

I know. I am strange. My friend, Susan Ploughe put it this way. “You live your life to a sound track.”

Just like you one has no control over the content of one’s dreams, I have no control over the songs I wake up to. I’m not talking about our CD alarm which is currently waking me up to Jars of Clay. I am talking about songs that just come to me, dusting themselves off from decades ago.

One night I actually dreamed about a weasel nesting in the engine compartment of our Suzuki. I awoke with a song running around the carpenter’s bench of my mind. “All around the carpenter’s bench, the monkey chased the weasel…” The sad part of this whole strange side of my life is that I just cannot erase the song once it rears its ugly head. I might have just finished listening to Silvio Rodriguez on my iPod, but once the album is over, I find myself singing to myself again, “The monkey chased the weasel.”

I have thought of making a list of the crazy songs that come to my mind. One of them I recall is “Nothing could be finer that to be in Carolina in the morning.” I hadn’t thought of that song in thirty years!

The worst song, though, is one by the Monkees. It seems to haunt me, coming to me in the middle of the night or even the middle of the day. I might be totally absorbed in a task and suddenly gasp in disgust because that silly old song is running on my sound track. I can’t even tell you which song it is and I refuse to try to think of the title right now, for fear of starting up that track again. It is on the “Top 25 Most Played” on my mental iPod.

Amy Carmichael has a much more spiritual approach to “How Songs Come.” In her essay by that title she writes, “We have a little bird who has the pleasant custom of turning disturbing things into a cause for singing. The wind blows his bough and wakens him at midnight. His whole world is moving restlessly; he sings a tiny note or two then, perhaps to comfort himself. It is good to learn to do that.”

The other night I awoke to a bird that seemed desperate for attention in the middle of the night. I thought of Amy Carmichael’s observation and prayed that God might give me a welcome tune to sing myself back to sleep.

“Please, Lord. Not the Monkees - and not any monkeys chasing weasels. Let my life sound track be the one which You place in my heart, whatever my situation.”

Reflections on First Day of Conference

I'm going to pause to share a few personal thoughts and prayers from March 8th.

WORSHIP: You are the true God, the God of all history and eternity, David's God, my God.

THANKSGIVING:
-Michele's example in note-taking. I'm starting to do that, too. It helps me capture so much more!
- Woody watching out for me. His great joy in seeing me laugh so much iin the Dead Sea. Also for the Ahava stuff we could buy for our girls.
- Time with You tonight.
- Able to complete the challenging En Gedi hike. Woohoo!
- Visualizing things better.

RENEWAL:
- Give me a fresh encounter with the risen Christ! A fresh love for Jesus and desire to learn of Him and through Him.
- Deepen my commitment to walk as he did, and give me vision for nurturing leaders and a willingness to step out in faith.

REQUESTS:
- The there might be true multiplication at the Latin America Multiplication Center
- Multiply our rest!

INTERCESSION:
- Help Woody in the difficult role of being at the tail end of our tour group, trying to have people keep up.

My Shoe after a LONG Day Hiking in Israel

Continuation of Saturday, March 8

The highway to the Dead Sea was built recently by the Israeli army - constructed on top of a special netting to keep it from falling into a sink hole. One of the scrolls found near here is called the Copper Scroll and has riddles and a treasure map. An American archeologist names Jones was looking for the Temple jewels based on this scroll. Sound familiar? That was the basis of the Indiana Jones movie.

We saw the end of the Kidron Valley - the site of Kibutz Kalyet, at 417 meters below sea level. Our guide told us a bit about life in a Kibutz. The children now grow up with their parents, but work from an early age. The teens live on their own and govern their own community.

Driving up to the shore of the Dead Sea we saw abandoned barracks and a bullet-riddled army base that belonged to the Jordanian army. It was taken over by Isarel in the war of 1967. We had only one hour at the Dead sea because of our slow shoppers.

I had a blast in the water! I couldn't believe how much one floats. I loved trying to swim on my stomach. Every time the water would roll me right over again. While on my stomach it was impossible for me to get my feet in the water. It was fun to "stand" in the water without my feet on the bottom and have my head and shoulders above the water. It was hard to keep your balance that way.

Woody put mud on my arms, shoulders and back. After it had been washed off, my skin was incredibly soft. I had never believed much in the benefit of mud. Now I do! I almost forgot my swim suit in the crowded changing room at the beach. The bus was ready to roll when I realized it. So, I put my foot to the test and RAN to fetch it while everyone waited on me.

From there we headed back to our original hotel - the Regency Jerusalem. They were not at all organized for registering around 250 of us. We waited through long, slow lines. The main conference started right after supper. Supper at the hotel was mayhem as well - crowded, with long, slow lines.

The conference began with the sounding of the shofar, worship music and an excellent challenge by Dann Spader. Afterwards we met with the Latinos. Mark spoke to our small group of about 10 Latinos until almost 10:30PM and then Woody and I looked at our photos until midnight.

LONG DAY!

Su Holding up a Rock on our Hike to the Springs of David