Sometimes, when I pause to think about it, I'm amazed by this place.
Every day, so many incredible, funny, surprising, beautiful, strange, and
miraculous things happen and I'm constantly constructing letters home in my head
to document these moments, but there are simply far too many to write even a
100th of them. For instance, this past week we asked for directions from a
little street smart boy (a real Gavroch, or artful Dodger, right out of the
movies, he seemed!) with dirt smudges on his face and clothes, and he declared
that he would lead us to our desired location. Then he called out to his much
older and taller friends rather chastizingly, "Well, are you coming or not? You
got a problem with helping the people of God?!" Reluctantly his friends joined
us and we all followed this spunky character through the streets of Mussurunga,
dodging buses and puddles while he, strutting with a confidence that defied his
size, conversed with us. As I watched him call out to other boys passing by on
bikes every now and then during our conversation, as if he had the whole world in
his hands, and as he led us through a field of boys flying kites with the thick
Brasilian foliage behind him, I wished I had a camera to capture the picturesque
moment.
The mission is just packed full of little moments like these. They can't
be canned or framed. They can't be explained. They have to be experienced! And I
hope that I always remember them. I love my mission! I'm so grateful I made the
decision to come here.
- Sister Weezer
- Sister Weezer
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