Transportation was interesting in Nicaragua. All my friends who have taken this Nicaragua missionary trip in the past warned about one thing after the bugs and heat: “You’re not going to believe that plane flight into San Carlos.” Hey, we’re going to the jungle. What kind of transporation options do you expect? How about a 12-seater plane delayed by a…
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Nicaragua: The Peace Corps Volunteers
Did you ever consider joining the Peace Corps? When you graduated from college, did you dream of living in the jungle, miles from other educated Americans and without a mini-mart on the corner? Did you hope to learn a new language by immersing yourself into a culture you didn’t know and then spend time trying to explain health care problems…
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Nicaragua: Living without Bugs–or not?
I don’t like bugs. I’ve sworn for years I’d never be a missionary because I can’t stand heat or bugs. Guess what? God was merciful to me in Nicaragua: few bugs and relatively mild weather. Thanks be to God. But I went forearmed–I wasn’t taking any chances. My doctor wrote me a prescription for malaria pills–even though it was unlikely…
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Nicaragua: What does Prayerful Grace Look Like?
We felt and tried to share God’s grace every day. Baking heat, no moving air. We had to put up dark curtains over the “windows” in this cinder block school with a metal roof so Jon can read the auto-refractor. School children out of class hang on to what windows are uncovered, chattering at what they see. A line outside…
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Nicaragua: Living in a Treehouse
We lived in a treehouse in Nicaragua, at a lovely spot called Sabalos Lodge on the Rio San Juan. With a half-dozen thatch roofed huts strung along the river, it felt just like living in a treehouse. Simple, humble and rustic, but utterly fun as well. I had no idea what I was in for when the boat glided up…
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Nicaragua: Giving Birth along the River
I can’t imagine giving birth in a jungle. Picture yourself, however, as the typical girl in the Rio San Juan area of Nicaragua. You finish school, probably around fourteen, and live in a small village– perhaps one like Las Colinas (the hills) or the prosaically named Kilometer 20. You meet a nice guy, probably don’t get married, and find yourself…
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