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This picture is from Saturday, when we had college group. It has been so cool to meet and be embraced (quite literally) by so many people!
Today I moved into the apartment at church. I'd been staying at the Collins' house until the apartment was ready. Today, Susan Collins took me to the bank to exchange dinero and then to the supermarket, where she showed me around (thank goodness!) and helped me figure out what to get. I'll be on my own for 3 meals each day, but I at least I have a kitchen! It came with even a microwave and water filter and a pressure cooker, so I can make beans and rice. There was also a filter-thing that I think I could pour hot water through to make coffee. It's also really cheap to get delivery here (pizza or like rice and beans or whatever), but I think I'll need a little more practice with portuguese before attempting that venture.
At the moment, I'm feeling a little un-missionary-like. I'm sitting here with an internet connection (at church--I'm in the office with Micheli), tonight I can take a warm shower (I've never seen an electric shower before! It's kind of scary that there are wires and a live coil in the shower...), I have a refrigerator and working stove (it's cool--you light it with a match), a washer that works most of the time and a solar dryer (translated: clothesline). At the store today, I was able to buy things like Danon yogurt, skim milk (in a box!) and Dove soap. Don't worry, I'm trying to get the Brazilian experience--I got stuff to make rice and brown beans, Brazilian cereal, Brazilian tea, and dough for pão do queixo (cheeze bread), except I just found out that my oven doesn't work (so if anyone wants some frozen cheeze bread dough, let me know).
All this is reminding me of the sermon at church last night. I sometimes think of missionaries like heros: SUPER-MISSIONARIES. It's almost like I thought in the back of my mind that by going to another country I would be transformed into some amazing hero who could do anything and be anything and go anywhere. That's not true! I forget that missionaries are ordinary sinful people who have ordinary problems and live ordinary lives. In fact, we are all called to be missionaries, in whatever place (whatever job, whatever family, or if you're Steve Ross, whatever line in the grocery store) God puts us in. Also, I was reminded yesterday again that God doesn't need me. He is big enough and powerful enough and sovereign enough, but yet he chooses to use me anyway. What a privilege! And how cool that He is letting me do it in such a fascinating place with such wonderful people!
This picture is from Saturday, when we had college group. It has been so cool to meet and be embraced (quite literally) by so many people!
Today I moved into the apartment at church. I'd been staying at the Collins' house until the apartment was ready. Today, Susan Collins took me to the bank to exchange dinero and then to the supermarket, where she showed me around (thank goodness!) and helped me figure out what to get. I'll be on my own for 3 meals each day, but I at least I have a kitchen! It came with even a microwave and water filter and a pressure cooker, so I can make beans and rice. There was also a filter-thing that I think I could pour hot water through to make coffee. It's also really cheap to get delivery here (pizza or like rice and beans or whatever), but I think I'll need a little more practice with portuguese before attempting that venture.
At the moment, I'm feeling a little un-missionary-like. I'm sitting here with an internet connection (at church--I'm in the office with Micheli), tonight I can take a warm shower (I've never seen an electric shower before! It's kind of scary that there are wires and a live coil in the shower...), I have a refrigerator and working stove (it's cool--you light it with a match), a washer that works most of the time and a solar dryer (translated: clothesline). At the store today, I was able to buy things like Danon yogurt, skim milk (in a box!) and Dove soap. Don't worry, I'm trying to get the Brazilian experience--I got stuff to make rice and brown beans, Brazilian cereal, Brazilian tea, and dough for pão do queixo (cheeze bread), except I just found out that my oven doesn't work (so if anyone wants some frozen cheeze bread dough, let me know).
All this is reminding me of the sermon at church last night. I sometimes think of missionaries like heros: SUPER-MISSIONARIES. It's almost like I thought in the back of my mind that by going to another country I would be transformed into some amazing hero who could do anything and be anything and go anywhere. That's not true! I forget that missionaries are ordinary sinful people who have ordinary problems and live ordinary lives. In fact, we are all called to be missionaries, in whatever place (whatever job, whatever family, or if you're Steve Ross, whatever line in the grocery store) God puts us in. Also, I was reminded yesterday again that God doesn't need me. He is big enough and powerful enough and sovereign enough, but yet he chooses to use me anyway. What a privilege! And how cool that He is letting me do it in such a fascinating place with such wonderful people!
posted by Joy | 6:04 PM
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