First, a little cultural experience! In the United States, we're not really exposed to a lot of futbol (soccer) because it's not really a favored sport in our culture. In Peru, and the rest of the world, it's a totally different story. I had known this before coming here but I really didn't know this, as in... I had no idea what it was actually like to be immersed in a culture that's crazy about futbol.
I came to Peru during a very interesting time, I've seen a lot of things in my short time here...The presidential elections, the Peruvian Independence Day, and also Copa America. Copa America is the futbol tournament between all the Latin American Countries. It's been over for at least a week, with Uruguay being the winner, but I still remember a couple of the games that Peru played in.
My first real experience with the craze of futbol here in Peru was during Peru's third game in Copa America. They had already beaten Mexico and lost to Chile, and now they were playing Colombia. I don't have a T.V. in my room..but in Peru, you really don't need one. I knew when Peru scored their first goal vs. Colombia just from standing outside...all of a sudden I heard a roar coming from all directions, from the streets, from the rooftops, from the windows, I could hear many many people cheering loudly. Then I was walking with one of the women who helps Ingrid in her ministry here, we were preparing for something that I'll be talking about later in this post, and when we rounded one of the street corners there was a mob of people standing outside a furniture store with their faces glued to a small little T.V. that was propped up on a wooden chair. As we got closer to them (we had to walk passed them to get to where we were going) their eyes got bigger and bigger, and they started moving around frantically, but this was not in reaction to myself and the woman I was with... I didn't know it at the time, but it was because Peru was on their way to scoring their second goal. Sure enough, as soon as we reached them, Peru had scored again and the entire mob of people went absolutely crazy. People were running around hugging people they didn't know, I saw one man throwing a chair, I had never seen anything like it, not even at a Super Bowl party in the United States. I couldn't do anything but smile and laugh, I was beside myself. When I got back to my neighborhood the security guards that work there weren't even doing their jobs, they were huddled together around small television watching the game!
I thought I had the ultimate futbol experience that day but I was wrong, because I had a greater one just a few days later as Peru played Venezuela. (Just a note for all those wondering, Peru won that game versus Colombia... sorry to all my Colombian friends, I love you too!). This time Peru was playing for much greater stakes, it was for 3rd place in Copa America (behind Uruguay and Paraguay). However, you would have thought they were playing for the World Cup. As I already said, I don't have a T.V. nor did I plan on watching any of this game that day...I was busy most of the day. Despite this fact, I ended up seeing or hearing all 5 goals scored by both teams that day just from going about my daily business.
The first one I saw while I was sitting in my favorite place to eat lunch, a little place called "Tokyos." It's close to my room, the food is cheap (you can get the equivalent of a full meal at Applebees, Chilis, or a similar restaurant for less than $2.50) and it's also very delicious. I frequently go their to eat my favorite Peruvian dish, "Lomo Saltado." Anyway, I was sitting there eating and watching the game when Peru scored their first goal. Everyone was glued to the T.V. and there were people standing behind me who weren't even there to eat, they just walked in to watch the game. Also, when Peru scored, some of the women who were cooking in the kitchen ran out to take a look at the replays! I heard when the next goal was scored from my room when I went back to prepare to go grocery shopping. Again, you could hear all the cheers coming from the neighborhood.
Then I left my room and went to the nearest paradero to catch a combi to Plaza San Miguel. On my way to the paradero I was absolutely amazed by the amount of people who just stopped their ordinary business, and even their jobs, to watch the game. Every single little tienda that I passed had the game on either a T.V. or radio, and everyone was watching it. People of all ages, from little kids who were too young to even walk, to men and women who were so old they were unable to walk. Men, women, it doesn't matter, it's a cultural thing. The futbol team of Peru represents Peru, it's a matter of national pride to them. It's not about whether they have a stronger military force than the opposing country, or if they have a healthier economy, the "better" country, is the one that wins the futbol game that day. It was on the ride to Plaza San Miguel that I heard the 3rd goal of the game from the radio which was scored by Venezuela. Nobody said a word, it was silent...you could feel the tension in the air.
After arriving to the plaza, I went to use the ATM in order to withdraw Soles. On my way there I looked to my left and I say literally hundreds upon hundreds of people all hanging over the railings on the side of the plaza. At first I had no idea what was going on, I thought there was some event or something taking place, I was wondering what everyone was looking at. And then I noticed the big giant projection T.V. screen that had the focus of their attention. They were playing the 3rd place Copa America game on a giant T.V. at the plaza! I was stunned, my first thought was of regret, regret that I had not brought my camera with me! Hardly anybody was shopping, they were all watching the game. For those of you from Jacksonville, imagine every single person on a typical Friday or Saturday (i.e. a LOT of people) night at the St. Johns Town Center stopping all their shopping, and congregating to one central location to watch the United States play for 3rd place in some Olympic sport. I can't picture that, can you?
Anyway, after I got my money from the ATM I went to Wong which is the grocery store in Plaza San Miguel. I went in through the side entrance which is where all the appliances are and again I was amazed. As I walked in I saw another mob of people standing in the middle of the isles. They were all huddled around the televisions that were for sale...because all the T.V.s had the futbol game on! I stopped to watch with the rest of the crowd for about 5 minutes, and in that short time I saw Peru score their third goal of the game! Everyone went nuts, I found myself clapping and smiling as if I was a Peruvian or something, I don't know how to explain it, the atmosphere is just something you have to experience. After that goal I continued on with my shopping, just after I put some boxes of manzanilla in my basket to take back to the U.S. I heard a ton of screaming...I already knew what had happened. Peru had scored again! I ran back to the T.V. section and saw everyone celebrating, and I watched the replays. It's funny because whenever Peru scores, it's like everyone is best friends, all of a sudden people who don't know each other are like family!
This was during the closing minutes of the game and there were no more goals, Peru won third place in Copa America with a score of 4-1. Like I said earlier, this was only for third place but you would have thought it was for the World Cup!
The next cultural experience has to do with food...my favorite part! A couple weeks ago I was invited by some friends to go to a restaurant after church and try Ceviche for the first time! Nobody wanted me to leave Peru without trying Ceviche...and I didn't either. This is a classic Peruvian dish that has become famous in many parts of the world, but mainly in South America. In my Spanish classes at UNF I had heard about this food and read about it on the internet, but never had the chance to try it until now. I will be posting pictures of it on facebook when I return to the States so you can see what it looks like, but basically it's raw fish...that's technically not really raw. The reason for this is because it's "cooked" by the acid of lime juice. It's prepared in many different varieties and with many different sides depending on where you go or what type of ceviche you order. Mine came with camote, (which is like a sweet potato, but the one I had was the best sweet potato I've ever eaten...It's also prepared differently from what you're accustomed to in the U.S.) a type of giant corn, and Caulsa (not sure if that's how you spell it) which is hard to explain, it's another classic Peruvian food made with their indigenous yellow potatoes and it's absolutely delicious. To be honest, I didn't like the ceviche that much, but that's only because I have never liked seafood in general. Growing up I was never fed much seafood so I never really developed a taste for it. I can eat cooked fish, or any seafood that doesn't have a "fishy" taste to it, but raw fish is hard for me to eat, which is why I don't eat sushi either. Anyway, I was just happy to have tried this famous dish. Everyone else in Peru LOVES ceviche. My friends made sure I was aware of the fact that though ceviche is served in other South American countries, it's a Peruvian original.
My next great food-trying experience took place just the other night with my friends Carlos, Dimas, and Seinova. After spending the day in Mira Flores (where I bought a Peruvian cook-book) with them and about 4 or 5 others we went to a near-by city called Barranco. For those of you that know Paul Washer, this is also the city that the church he planted is located in which I visited 4 or 5 weeks ago for a Sunday service. Anyway, the reason why we went there is because they wanted me to try another classic Peruvian dish...Anticuchos, and Barranco is known for their Anticuchos. I know my American friends are wondering what in the world Anticuchos is, well to put it bluntly, it's cow heart. I wasn't eager to try this because in all honestly it just sounds strange to me (the thought of eating the heart of anything). But I wasn't going to leave Peru without trying this! The area we went to eat anticuchos was absolutely beautiful, it was dark out though so my pictures didn't come out to well, but I also have a video I will post. Anyway, it was right near the beach, and for those of you familiar with downtown St. Augustine, FL, that's what it reminded me of, except with a Latin twist, and with the kind of elevation you don't see in the flat state of FL.
Before the Anticuchos were delivered to the table, they brought out a little drink called "Pica Sour." This is a famous peruvian drink, I believe it's actually the official drink of Peru. Don't even ask me what's in it, the only ingredient I know is some kind of citrus, I think lime juice. As the name suggested, it was indeed sour, but it was also very tasty! Then came the anticuchos... my friends already had their cell phones and cameras out to take pictures and video of me trying cow heart for the first time. I'm not gonna lie, it smelled very delicious. It actually tasted very good too, I think if someone fed it to me without telling me that it was cow heart I would like it more because the flavor is very good, but eating is an experience that involves more than just taste. There are other things that are important such as smell, texture, visuals, and your mind plays a part as well. That being said, I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have because I kept thinking to myself, "I'm eating cow-heart," but the flavor was great, just like the smell! After eating the anticuchos we wen't down to a little caratia where I got to try another typical Peruvian food for the first time.. Piccarones. This is a desert food, and the closest thing I could describe it to in the U.S. would be like the taste of funnel cake, but it's a bit different, and its served with a sauce. This food was absolutely amazing, and it's one of the recipes in the cook-book I bought!
Alright, the culture portion of this post is over with, now to church-related events! Several weeks ago I was privileged to be invited to join the elders of the church in pre-service prayer. This is where they get together and pray for the pastor, his family, the church, the different ministries the church is involved in, the community around them, etc, etc. Of course they spoke and prayed in all Spanish so I wasn't able to understand everything but it was a great experience, they were all very gracious to me, and I was able to pray for a few of the things on the list, though I prayed mostly in English. Following the meeting, one of the elders who's also a friend of mine, Jorge, asked me if I could prepare a devotional for the following elders meeting before the next service. I was honored by this, and so I prepared a devotional in Spanish on Philippians 1:21 and 3:7-8. My Spanish wasn't perfect but they all understood what I was saying, and they were very appreciative of the Word I gave that day, it's little experiences like these that I'll never forget.
I was more honored to take part in this next event than anything else I've ever done. I had the great privilege of baptizing two of the young men that I have been discipling during my time here in Peru. This is the event I referred to in the beginning of this post when I said I was going somewhere with one of the women to prepare for something. We were walking with a deflated pool to see where we could get it inflated at, we wound up paying to get it inflated at a shop that deals with car tires (by the way, walking several blocks back with a giant inflated pool in the middle of winter earned us several strange looks and comments jajaja). Anyway, back to the baptisms. After the bible study that night, we all went outside (close to 25 of us) where my friends Carlos and Pablo were to be baptized. Guisella and I had spent at least an hour filling this pool up with a bucket of water and finally it was time to put it to use! It was a great night for them, and I was as I said, very honored to play a part in such a significant moment in their lives.
Two Fridays ago (this last one the campus has been closed as it has all week because classes are over) I had my last mens group discipleship meeting en la cafetaria de quimica which is where we've had it throughout my entire time here. This time though it was a little more difficult because I was without a translator because Pastor Luis couldn't make it, and Ingrid had left for Colombia the day before. My goal in this meeting was to get the guys to realize what it means to be a real man of God, and to strive to live like one. I challenged them to be leaders, to take after the example of all the great men in the Bible, and most of all, to follow the example of Christ. I told them I wanted to see them carrying the majority load of the ministry, to take the weight off the shoulders of the women. There are many women here involved in the campus ministry, but very few men, and the few men that there are, are all either very new in Christ, or fairly new. That being said, they're sometimes content with hanging on the coattails of the women here who have a longer relationship with God, but I wanted to challenge them to obey God and be men of God, because to be a man of God is to be a leader, not a bystander. I hope to return one day and see my goal fulfilled! And I will be praying for them when I am back in my country.
Lastly I'd like to talk about what transpired last night and reflect upon my time here in Peru a little.
Last night was the last weekly Saturday bible study that I will be a part of in my time here but it was also the most touching. After the teaching and worship, everyone moved their chairs in a semi-circle in front of me so that they were all facing me where I was sitting. They then proceeded to take turns one-by-one sharing their thoughts about their time spent with me and giving me words of encouragement. I say this at the risk of seeming like less of a "man," but I honestly had to fight back the tears. Not only because of the extremely kind things that were being said of me, but also because in my mind at the time I was just thinking about how the situation was such a great picture of God's grace on my life. They were all thanking me for my time spent with them, telling me that they were very encouraged by me, that they learned a lot from my teachings, that they look up to me for leaving my country to go to a foreign land, etc. etc. And all the while I kept thinking to myself, "I don't deserve to be thanked for this, I'm nobody... I wouldn't even be here were it not for God, everything good I do comes from him, and I'm getting credit for his work on my life." I was just overwhelmed by the grace of God in that moment, I cant even describe it. I really had no idea how much of an effect I had on these people, until then I never even knew if my messages were getting through to them. But almost every single person confirmed that they did. They all want me to come back, and they all hope I can speak Spanish fluently when I do so that I can teach more. I really hope I can return one day, though I don't know the will of God.
I'm extremely thankful for this opportunity that I had, and I'm blessed to see some fruit from my labor..God didn't have to allow me to see fruit, but he did. I can't see how I could ever do anything else with my life other than ministry. Last night was even greater confirmation of my desire to serve in the ministry, there's no greater joy than to see lives changed as a result of serving God. The great thing about it is that it works both ways, their lives were affected by me, but my life was also impacted by them. I love the people here and I'll never forget the time I spent with them. I cant describe to you how encouraging it was for me to hear that things that I have done, and messages that I have preached were beneficial to their relationship with Christ, that they were encouraged by me, and that they learned from me. As I told them, my greatest passion in life is to be used by God to further his kingdom and serve his will, and to see this actually taking place in my life is incredible. All that time spent reading and studying the bible, listening to sermons, and praying was worth it and all put to use during my time here. The best part about it is that this is probably only a small taste of what is to come. I am only 23 years old, I've only known Christ for not even two years now and look at all he's shown me, look at where he's taken me. I can't imagine what I will have learned or where I'll be, or what I'll be doing even 2 years from now, let alone 10, 15, or 20.
A few days ago I was listening to a MacArthur exposition on one of the chapters in Mark where Jesus sends the disciples out on their first mission without him. This was only a short term mission, and MacArthur mentioned how that's normally the smart thing to do when you're training somebody for bigger things in the future. You send them out on a short-term mission of what they will one day be doing long-term so that they can get their feet wet and come back and record what it's like, what went well, what went wrong, and better prepare/be more-ready for the long-term mission. This is exactly what Christ did to his disciples, he later commissioned them for their life's mission at Pentecost, to go out and preach the gospel to every tribe, nation, and tongue. I have a strong sense that this is exactly what's going on with me now, and I'm excited to see what the future holds. I really believe I will be returning to Peru, and possibly other countries in South America for ministry in the future, it seems as if he would like me to continue learning the Spanish language based upon several circumstances that I am now finding myself in, and I will continue to pursue this as long as there is way for me to do so.
Through all of this, I must give all the glory to God. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be in Peru, if it wasn't for him I never would have had the desire to study and learn the things that I now preach, and if it wasn't for him I wouldn't do any of the good that I do. Even though I hate my sin, I thank God for allowing me to see the wretchedness of it. Because that is what keeps me grounded, that is what allows me to be humble, and that is what causes me to point to Him. The reason for this is because when I see my sin, I realize how desperate I am for Him and his grace, and I realize what I would be like without Him in my life. Then, instead of becoming puffed-up, or prideful when I receive praise from people for my good works, I inwardly dislike being praised because I know how un-deserving of it I am. Please don't be confused here, I'm not saying not to encourage people, we all need encouragement, myself included. I'm just saying that when I'm aware of who I truly am without Christ, I have a genuine desire to direct the praise I receive to him since without him I'd be receiving none of it in the first place, thus all of it belongs to Him. In this sense I am making a distinction between praise and encouragement, I believe there is a difference. So I have found yet another way in which Romans 8:28 "All things work together for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose," is true. Even my sin is worked into good. I am not saying that sin is good, but that through the power of God, my sin is used to produce genuine humility. Similar to this would be the story of Joseph. While he was second in command over all of Egypt and his brothers upon finding out his identity cried out for forgiveness to him, Joseph responded by telling them that what they meant for evil, God meant for good.
God has indeed shown me much during my time here, more than I can fit in this blog post. I've seen some of my strengths in the ministry, and I've also been shown several of my character flaws...things that will undoubtedly be worked on as I continue in sanctification. Of course I fear God and what exactly he will do and how he will act in order to straighten out these flaws and conform me to the image of himself but I know that everything he ordains to pass is inherently good and I know it must be done. I will be arriving at the airport at 9pm with a bunch of friends who wish to say their goodbyes, my flight leaves at 12:20am and I'll be landing in the United States around 7am. I know this will be bitter-sweet for me. Half of me is excited to see my friends and family back home, and the other half of me feels right at home here in the Spanish Culture after having lived in Peru for 3 months. I will certainly miss all my friends here, the culture, the food, and I will never forget the experiences I've had. Prior to becoming a Christian I had never been on an airplane, let alone to another country, in less than two years I've been to Peru twice, and lived there for 3 months....I never intended on going anywhere, but God clearly had other plans for my life and I'm so blessed to know him. What kind of God is this? To one day snatch me up out of my sin, give me completely new desires, new passions, new plans, to cause me to hate things that I once loved, and ship me half-way across the world in the name of Someone who most consider to be nothing more than a foolish fairy-tale. Who is like Him? Who is like our God? Nobody.....absolutely nobody, and I'm so blessed to know him.
I want to give a special thanks to all those who supported me on this trip whether you supported me financially or prayerfully, I am grateful. Your prayers and your money were not in vain, my own life was changed for the good, and so were others through me, and vicariously through you. I believe some have received newness of life, the kind that can only come from a saving faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Thank you.
I will be back to edit later...I wrote this very quickly and did not have much time to go back through everything.