Our Morning in Manatial

I think I can speak for the four of us when I say I have a new definition of a ''crazy drivers'', as we all have had the opportunity to ride on the back of a Colombian's motorcycle through the streets of Medellin.  Today Jack and I road with two coaches 15 minutes up the mountain from where we are living to a place called Manatial, or ''the fountain''.  The C.D.U.C coaches run a weekly training session here for the kids of the neighborhood, followed by a short message from the bible.  The space they usually play in was taken up by circus of some sorts, so we played on a smaller space next to it.  Despite the fact that we were playing on a slanted dirt and rock field with a drainage ditch lining one side, and bags of human waste in another corner, the kids had a great time playing, and so did we.  While the soccer was fun, my favorite part was seeing the kids stay after to listen to the message, ask questions, and pray together.  We were able to share the spanish gospel booklets we brought with us with the kids and we could see that they were excited and curious to read them and learn more.    Although going back to the neighborhood means another life threatening motorcycle ride, we are still excited to go back next week to see the kids and play with them. 

Livin' la vida loca,

          Grant