organization, with the right perspective, vision, and motives, can change the destiny of many. I have to fight to remember that truth in a culture that doesn’t desire any to move above the mediocrity of the crowd.
These past several days I was privileged to be one person,
part of one team, from one church, partnering with one organization, whose mission was to drill for one village, one fresh water well that would bring life rather than disease. It was a one week investment of our lives. And to be honest, in a country as beautiful as Guatemala, surrounded by the love and grace of these wonderful people, it can hardly be measured as sacrifice. It was an honor. Sure it was heat and jungle and spiders and being guarded by nice men with guns, but more than that, it was an honor.
It was humbling to spend some time in Antigua, a city that is 500 years old, surrounded by volcanoes periodically puffing smoke, and realize that my own country is an infant by comparison. It was a mix of beauty and ruin in most places that we travelled with obvious awkward attempts at incorporating what they perceived to be the best of my country. I’ll have to admit to more than a sense of embarrassment that we are represented by McDonalds and Taco Bell. It seemed a bit like painting a hideous scar on the Mona Lisa. I tried to imagine the beauty of their churches, schools, stadiums, and houses when they were first built. It looked like it must have been so long ago. So many of them looked like scenes from Mad Max, but I could still gain glimpses of the promise they once held, or I should clarify, might have held for me. I didn’t get the sense that it mattered to them as much as it mattered to me.
Nowhere was this more evident than in the village that was our final destination. Even the name of the village, “Line B-6” , reflected a more simple life. It wasn’t named after a saint or religious figure as many were. It wasn’t named after a politician, or the first family to settle there. There was no pretense. It was just practical. All that we knew was that it was “Linea B-6” and there was not clean water for miles. But I will tell you that, after having spent a week with them, this was about all that they lacked.