Greetings from Harry

This is my first mission trip in my 42 years of life. One thing that I have learned already is Christianity has no language. People who follow Christ have the same experiences. The way people live is very different however. Down here in this part of Venezuela, it is completely another world from Powder Springs, GA. Streets made of dirt and gravel and most of the houses have no running water. Water is delivered to their roof tops every few days and placed in cisterns that are connected to the main floor via hose. The kids love you and hug you though they've never met you. The church members cook a huge breakfast and lunch for you every day and will not put a bite into their own mouth until you are nearly finished. These meals are served on china that they carefully carry on foot from their houses. Today a few of us were asked by a young girl about 8 years of age to stop by here grandmother's house(who was her caregiver) to pray for her. The grandmother made sure each of our chairs were dusted off before we set down. We began to pray for her. She was ill and was going to have to have an operation very soon. The young girl(granddaughter) had tears in her eyes for she knew that her grandmother the only one there to take care of her. It is hard to explain, but since I have been here I look around at all the mission team members and all of their different talents, and I understand why we are together here at this time in this part of Venezuela. Dios te bendiga.(May God bless you)