Day 7: Chill Achilles

or: best breakfast food ever.

I woke up this morning and ran with myself for 2 miles. Ate some chilaquiles for breakfast (Stephen has taken to using that word as a greeting..."chilaquiles," not "breakfast").

Adrian came and got us and we went to Juan Manuel's house to practice our karate (i'm told that is a Karate Kid reference. We painted). We moved furniture, laid down drop cloths and set up tape, then painted. We actually did a super good job (i'm very glad some people had more idea how to paint than me...) and the house looked amazing. We all ended up a little painted as well, of course. For lunch while we were painting, Adrian brought us two of the biggest Iranian-Mexican-American Italian food I have ever seen. (we had pizza from a place owned by an Iranian guy).

After painting (which lasted until 5ish), we went to get helado for a while before going to the carne asada planned for tonight. The purpose for the carne was spend time with the people here as well as have a time for our contacts to meet the church... unfortunately, we had it on a weekend before a holiday, so many people had already vacated the city. It was a chorro de fun though, and the food, of course, was delicious.

Towards the end of the night, I got a chance to sit and talk a bit with Pastor Sergio about the church in Monterrey, Fellowship, my homegroup, etc... It was really encouraging to hear how the church had been growing and get another peek at their vision for the future. Pastor Sergio spent a some time asking about my circumstances and talking about how the church in Monterrey needed someone to be there for a few months to a year to help with their vision. Someone very organized and passionate about evangelism; someone with an outside perspective who could help them get ready for their next big growth steps (i figure you guys see where this is going...pastors cast vision and recruit like ballers man) and how I would feel about something like that... but as we talked about my circumstances and what timeframe I could be somewhere besides College Station; he switched gears and asked me to keep my eyes open for anyone who might be able to help.

My propensity, as you well know, would be to go into an existential soliloquy now about my life and future and how confused I feel when I think about it...but I am sleepy, so you are off the hook this time.

Pray for good attitudes and humble hearts ready for service tomorrow.