Sunday evening I attended, for the first time, the Spanish church that was started by the church where I teach. I have told most of you that I see but some of you may not know that I am broadening my horizons to include teaching high school Spanish-and I am terrified! Not of the kids but that my Spanish is not so great. So I will be going to Iglesia Bautista Calvario twice a month. I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my former student and her family (her dad is Mexican and her mom American). They shared a bilingual Bible which I will surely need to invest in. The Pastor is Uruguayan and his wife American. They are so warm and friendly and the people so sweet. I really really enjoyed the service and got choked up when singing the precious hymns of our faith in Spanish. It reminded me so much of Panama it was almost like being there (except not so hot-ha ha) Besides, as my cousin Jamie says "everything sounds so much better in Spanish". It is a very beautiful language.
So any way we had a great time. Matt was enamored with the ear bud for hearing the translation into English and prayed with one of the boys he knew and then they played out side. The other boy was thrilled to hear that we would be coming regularly.
I find it also important to note that we used to tease our mother mercilessly for getting choked up (especially if she had to speak). I guess it is only just that my castigo (punishment) is that I now am more emotional than she ever was!
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