Pepe

Pépe (the taller), Samuel, and me. Pépe is the one Ann Dye, the missionary, put me in contact with. We went out last night and had a marvelous time. First I met Jamie, with whom he works in a campus ministry, aside from his job and research in Multiple Sclerosis, and Samuel is a short-term missionary, who actually graduated from UGA! He is partly deaf and speaks sign-language. Since Pépe is the sign language interpreter for his church, they were able to have an interesting conversation. It appears that although they are different, Spanish and English sign language have much more in common that Spanish and English spoken! Later Pépe and I met up with his girlfriend, Yadira, and her cousin, Mari, to go out for coffee and conversation. I was supposed to meet up my friends from the program at an anthro called Las Damas de las Camelias, where even our professor was going to join us, but I ended up staying with Pépe and his gang. We had a wonderful time, and they were gracious to speak a little slower so I understood so much, so my surprise and excitement. They really challenged me in my walk with Christ and especially in my witness to those around me. Yes, I want to show people that I care about them and show them that I have a great and secure hope in the Lord Jesus, but maybe a best place to do that is not always in a bar, due to the atmosphere where people search for a short-term hope or pleasure and other various, perhaps wise, reasons; they gave me much to think about. We chatted for hours and arranged to meet up for church Sunday, and to, probably, meet every Friday at my house to chat and learn from each other. Oh, I praise God to have such a unique and wonderful fellowship, even here in Mexico!