Today was a full day!
Before breakfast we were introduced to the children at Makarios. At the Mak House, before every meal a child or two is prayed for, it’s a long standing tradition that the hosts ask all the short term mission teams to do.
We spent the morning at Makarios. We were told the story of Makarios and played with many of the children during their recess. In the afternoon after lunch, we went to Chichiqua, a village where several of the children at Makarios live. It was a great time for the team.
All the children at Makarios are represented on a wall at the Mak House.
Praying for the children before breakfast.
Steve having fun with one of the Makarios children during recess.
We took a short walk around the streets near Makarios and observed everyday life.
Moto’s are everywhere and the main form of transportation … even to deliver doors from one location to another.
Lunch at El Riconsito Anyuli near the school.
Many people have specialties and Canelio Bara Dominguez cleans and does general repair of shoes.
In the village of Chichiqua, a little boy gets a haircut.
Lexi is getting her hair done by a young girl.
Casie and her new friend share their art work …
We played soccer with the guys in Chichiqua. You can see the barbed wire fence in the background.
Carissa & Casie played jump rope with several of the children in Chichiqua.
A team picture before leaving Chichiqua.
In the evening to close out the day we had a team time up on the roof of the Mak House. The team members had an opportunity to share and Steve shared some thoughts that pretty much summed up how many were feeling after day like today. I asked Steve to share …
“Today was my first full day in the Dominican Republic, supporting the Makarios school. We had the opportunity to play with kids, to tour a school, and to get thoroughly destroyed in soccer ( Scott Huck has battle scars from some barbed wire on his legs to tell the story). But it felt to me more like I was a tourist than a missionary. I was only going around seeing things and playing with kids. What about DOING things? What about preaching the Gospel? What about working or building something? I saw many people who I felt could use help; who appeared to be in need. I couldn’t even speak to any of them, save a few fragmented sentences in Spanish. I felt like I wasn’t DOING enough.
But God has shown me something through this day. At some point, as I began to talk with others about how I felt, God slowed me down and reminded me of something: what the true “end” of life is. Life is not just about what we do. We can’t afford to find our identity in what we do. All of these people who appeared to be in need didn’t have ten meetings a day. They didn’t need to do anything to affirm themselves. They were content in what they had and in the relationships they had.
I began to slow down and think: what is our true goal? Surely it isn’t just in all of our “doing.” What does it matter that we have so many meetings in a day or type so many words or complete so many assignments or build so many buildings if God is not glorified? What do any of our temporary works matter if Christ is not preached?
Today I didn’t have much of a chance to preach, or to do. But I had a chance to be. I had a chance to share joy and play with kids, and that might write itself into their memories for a lifetime. That’s what it’s about. If I return to Cedarville and my life is simply about “doing” and I miss a chance to pour into the lives of the men I live with, I miss the point. If I preach a great sermon but fail to love someone God puts in my path, I miss the point. The point is to glorify and love God. Our ministries, jobs, and lives should all work towards that point.
Let us slow down and remember to love God and his people. Because that is the point. Let our ministries, jobs, and lives not be an end goal, but a means to complete our end goal of glorifying God by living exceptionally in all that we do.” Steve
We look forward to what God has in store for us on Thursday. Please pray with us that we will be the hands and feet of Christ.