Day 10
Sunday
Sunday morning we gave a program at Pital. The Pital church is a small one in the middle of a decent sized town. I got to meet Duane and Ruth Nisly—my dad’s first cousin—and the rest of their family. We had been praying that several members of a local rock band—with some seriously messed up lives—would come. They had said they would be there, but they had said that in the past without results. At intermission, they hadn’t shown up. We prayed that they would at least come for the second half. Finally when we had only three songs left, three of the rock band made their entrance. They were definitely rockers—they were decked out in the latest punk rock hairstyles, clothes, and accessories. Hopefully God can use the program in their lives. The Pital church has been working with them for a while.
After we ate lunch at the church, we headed to Duane’s for coffee. We had wonderful Costa Rican coffee and amazing brownies with chocolate chips. Next Urie orchestrated a tour of the house so that we could visualize the setting for the story he was about to tell. Then we all gathered in a large circle on the front lawn and Urie dramatically told us the story of the last time he had been at Duane’s house. Here it is in written form (the verbal form is much better and I had videoed the whole thing, but my battery ran out at the end and corrupted the whole file):
—insert snake story— —coming soon—
They then got out their pet boa constrictor and chorus members took turns holding it. Randal then put the snake on the ground and brought out a red-wing blackbird. He dangled it in front of the snake. The snake moved its head back and forth, stuck out its tongue, and then struck. It wrapped its coils tightly around the bird. It slowly unhinged its jaws and swallowed the bird whole. In the past it had made the mistake of eating birds tail first—going against the feather “grain”. However, this time it swallowed it headfirst, which is normal.
Boa eating bird
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Duane’s house
Boa up close
Boa up close
Jenna relaxing
Jolynn holding boa
Little girl at Duane’s house
My cousins waiting with us for the bus
That night we gave a program at a church which, in its 30 year history, had never had an American chorus give a program there. They also had not had any out of country visitors for over three years. We saw a beautiful sunset before the program, which was a big inspiration for testimonies throughout the program.
The inspirational sunset
Intermission
A beetle
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