A Night at a Concert

The evening started nicely enough. Our taxi driver picked us all up. Helvecia, Helen, John and I. We got to the concert a little late on purpose because we did not want to stay too long. Our taxi driver parked inside the gate of the church because she was afraid to leave the car on the street outside. This was a mistake, but we did not know it at the time. We went inside and found a lot of the people we knew from the three churches that we have been working with. This was a big Pentacostal church that we had not visited. The concert was there because it is probably the largest church in town. We were ushered to the front where we found our friend Warry, full time worker for Christ for the City. He was the MC. The concert was great. We all enjoyed it very much. It was folk Chilean music with a Christian message.

After the concert, we got in the car, but she was boxed in and couldn't get out. There was a big van next to her. She told the ushers to go get the owner of the van, but one insisted on pulling the car out. He got in the car and hit a cement wall. Our friend was devastated because the car is only two months old. Finally the owner of the van came, moved the van, and we left. She cried all the way home. Instead of talking about the good music and how much fun it was to be with Christians, we had to talk about fixing the car. Please pray for Jimena. She is 39 years old. Helen has been witnessing to her for months, and this was the first time she agreed to go to church. Please pray that the car gets fixed and that she will be blessed in spite the circunstances.

We are packing now because we will leave tomorrow at noon for Buenos Aires. Until next time, still from the beach ...