Christmas Has Arrived

This current school of Discipleship is comprised of mainly foreign students, so as Christmas gets closer they are missing the feeling of Christmas from back home where there are lots of decorations and other signs of Christmas around them.

Christmas preparations
Katy and Nicole preparing their decorations.

Not happy to let things lie, two or three students set out to make a difference and surprise the rest of their class. So they set to work, using the Prayer House as their base, making up a whole range of creative decorations.

Then, on the night of the 7th after everyone had gone to bed, they set to work decorating the classroom with everything that they had made. The next morning as each student woke up and made their way through the room to the bathroom they were presented with an amazing surprise.

Merry Christmas
Feliz Navidad is Spanish for Merry Christmas.

The whole room is now colourful and Christmassy with lots of creativity, a fireplace, Christmas tree, and plenty of decorations. Thanks Katy and Nicole – you guys did a great job.

The decorated room
The newly decorated classroom during breakfast.

Christmas tree
Our very own Christmas tree.

A fireplace too
Even a fireplace to warm ourselves by.

Baby Jesus
Baby Jesus in a manger.

Chinese Jesus
A baby Chinese Jesus – adds to the multicultural feel.

Sheep and angels
Cute sheep and two angels also adorn our walls.

Origami decorations
The girls even found an origami book to make some flowers.

Break-fast

This week the students were encouraged to fast. After discussing it between themselves, a four day fast was decided upon. It was left to each individual as to just how they would fast, with yoghurt, milk, and fruit juices permitted should they so desire. Each day they were given the choice of breaking their fast, but nobody wanted to do so until their four days were up.

Praying to end the fast
Praying to end the fast.

Today, their four days were up and it was time to break their fast. So at 5pm we had break-fast with the students. For many of them it was a significant time where God had spoken clearly into their lives, producing some deep changes in them.

Some staff also chose to fast during this time alongside the students. I did so for the first two days, but the heavy physical demands of building the bathroom required that I eat so the work could continue.

Allowed to eat again
Allowed to eat again. Break-fast at 5pm.

Windy, Dusty

Well, living down here in the Patagonia, one of the things that tends to be pretty common is the wind. The old-timers around here tell me that about 20 years back the wind never ever stopped all year round. If there happened to be a day where the wind did not blow, everyone stopped what they were doing and had a BBQ to celebrate such a different day.

Now-a-days it is not that bad, although this time of year sees a fair bit of wind. The difference with having a windy day here is that the air fills with dust and makes it very hard to see where you are going… both for the dust in the air and the dust getting into your eyes.

Of course, as I am often riding my bike, this dust makes not seeing even more critical… and the wind is strong enough to cause me to ride angled in to it – which causes a sharp swerve back to upright again when a truck passes me by and cuts off the wind for a moment.

Dust
Looking at a city clouded by dust.

Fixing Cars

It is now almost 20 years since I was officially a motor mechanic, and most times I keep this news quiet. But somehow the information gets out and before long my skills are called upon to help somebody out who is in need. Since on our base we only have one car this is not very often.

Today however, there was a serious problem with Jorge’s car as the speedometer suddenly stopped working and he was about to embark on a 6 hour journey early the next day. A quick look at it revealed the most common problem – the speedo cable had broken. So we headed down to the local shop and for 10 pesos had a new cable in our hands. I tried to fit it on the car while it was parked in the street, but without the tools and better access it was impossible.

No problem for Jorge. Within minutes we had arrived at the home of one of his friends – a pastor and also a mechanic. Although this guy had no available time to help fit the cable, he loaned us his workshop with a pit in the floor so we could fix it up. It only took 10 minutes once we were in to have it all sorted out and fixed, although the oil leaks managed to stain all of Jorge’s and my clothes in the process. Good thing they were all old.

The workshop
The only photo I remembered to take. The workshop.

Returning home, Jorge and I were very happy as the speedometer was now working again. Being a mechanic is both a blessing and a distraction, but if it can help people out when in need I am happy to help out every now and then.

The Pastors’ Lunch

Today was the end of year lunch for all of the pastors in Puerto Madryn. Well, all of the pastors that are part of the pastoral council in Puerto Madryn. There are probably hundreds of churches in the city but only some forty or fifty pastors on the council. Of these, about thirty turned up at our YWAM base for a hearty lunch of lamb on the stake and salad. Entertainment was some of Argentina’s national dances by our very own staff and students.

Watching the dances
Pastors watching the national dancing.

National dance
Probably the most common national dance.

The dancers ready to perform
Yolanda and Gabriel ready to perform the Charanga.

The Charanga danceThe tango
The Charanga and Tango were also performed.

Calling out the dances
The pastor seated performed the traditional role of calling out the dance, which involves saying various things about the performance of the dancers over the top of the music.

The lamb cooking
And of course, the lamb cooking by the fire. This is the traditional country method of cooking lambs.

Pramway

There is only one car in our YWAM base here in Puerto Madryn. That belongs to Jorge and Isa, our base directors. Everybody else has to walk. Most people tend to walk the dusty main entrance road to the Quintas, hoping that somebody will pick them up along the way. It works most times.

One couple recently had a baby and have discovered that people rarely stop to pick them up while pushing a pram. Not only that, but the dust and danger of walking along that road is something that they also wish to avoid. So while they still have no car, the trail way that I always use on my bike has also become a pram-way for these guys.

I met them half-way along the way one day as they were on their way home…

Pramway
On the way home from the city – with baby.

Pramway to Quintas
Almost home on a hot, hot day.

A Busy and Dusty Road

Riding home from the city is fine during calm days and when there is not a lot of traffic. Being in such a dry desert zone, dust is a real problem, and the moment a car passes by on a dirt road, huge clouds of dust swirl up behind it. The end result of this is being covered in dust from head to toe… even to having dust stuck inside my ears. Not a very comfortable feeling.

Dusty roads
The road to the Quintas from Madryn.

So on days like this, the best thing to do is head for that tiny little trail that takes me away from this dusty road and gives me peace and quiet as I negotiate the remaining 3 kms to get back home.

The Frustration of Christmas in Customs

I am angry, annoyed, and frustrated. If I could be more things then I would be too. It is not as if I didn’t know… nor that I shouldn’t have been aware of what was going to happen. Still, each time it drives me crazy. Archaic laws from a controlling dictatorship that no longer exists. A law that forces every person in Argentina to pay 50% of the value of every single item they receive by mail or courier just to be able to walk out with it.

Now add to this crazy law, one super legalistic letter-of-the-law customs lady, and you get this very situation in which I found myself. Christmas in customs.

Christmas in customs
Opening my Christmas gifts in the customs office.

You see, in order to charge you the 50% of everything that comes into the country, the customs officer needs to see absolutely every single item that arrives. They then put whatever price they consider reasonable, based on Argentine prices if there is no price placed on the package customs slip and charge you accordingly.

So when I went in to pick up my box of Christmas gifts, there was no way that I was going to be able to walk out without opening every one of them. At first the lady wanted to open each one herself but I told her that since they were my presents, that I should be the one opening them. And that is just what I did. Christmas in customs.

Instead of sitting down the in comfortable privacy of my room – well, if you call a room shared with four other guys private that is – to open each present and think about each person that had sent it to me, I found myself in a cold and basic customs office with an impatient customs officer leaning over me to find out what was in each packet.

One by one I pulled out my presents, reading the cards and tearing open the wrapping. The joy tempered by a resentment of the control exercised by this law, and the legalistic nature in which it was enforced. Once everything had been checked, I signed the legal document that both charged me the tax fees and allowed me to leave with my gifts.

This time however I did not pay. The first $25 USD received each year is free. It takes very little to reach that amount however, so the next package won’t be free.

Each year, while I remain in Argentina and until this law is changed, my experience is the frustration of having Christmas in a customs office cubicle.

UPDATE 30 Nov: They were not in a huge box so I guess they did not attract that much attention. That is why on November the 30th I received two large envelopes with Christmas pressies in them. One had some yummy chocolate (all gone now), and the other had some book-style presents from my bro Joseph and his wife. Thanks heaps guys.

Presents that made it
The presents that made it.

So I guess the moral to this story is to try and send things a little less conspicuously than a huge box where this is possible.

Felling Trees by Hand and Its Dangers

Nope I am not talking about using an axe to fell the trees although we did use one afterwards to chop it up. What I am talking about is getting a bunch of guys on the end of a rope that we have tied to a tree and then by brute force pulling the sucker over onto the ground.

Felling Trees
Felling the first tree by hand.

It is not often that you can do this to a tree, but our trees have been infected with bugs and critters that have eaten a good part of the life out of them. Most continue to live, but for some their strength is fading and other have given up trying to live altogether and remain only as ghosts of the past, dry and completely dead.

When a strong wind blew for a couple of days it managed to push over some of the bigger sick trees. One was about to fall onto the house until another tree stopped its fall. It was the first of our concerns. After that one we pulled over another that was leaning further than the Tower of Pisa. It too gave way easily under the strength of 8 guys.

The Dangers
The last tree was already dead and we removed it as a precaution. There were only two of us pulling this one down, but when it started to fall I was almost plastered. Somehow I ended up directly underneath the falling tree. Sensing the imminent danger I moved with great speed to get out of the way. Unfortunately, my helper was still standing there watching the thing fall. As he was out of the way there was no great rush for him.

Getting the rope into position on the tree
Fabian getting the rope into position on the tree.

Bouncing back into the shadow of the falling tree, my time was becoming very limited to get out of the way. That thing was gaining speed and I was still there in its path. Once again I launched out to get away from the danger. This time my path was free but my feet slipped on the loose soil and I almost fell.

With my hand near the ground and my feet still slipping but pushing hard, my eyes focused on the ever faster approaching tree, eyes growing wider and wider with both fear and concern. It must have looked a bit like a scene involving the coyote from the old Road Runner cartoons.

The team ready to pull the first tree over
The team ready to pull the first tree over.

The urgency and severity of the situation kept me pushing to get out, and suddenly a foot grabbed solidly. Within moments I was away from the danger. One, two, almost three steps when, “WHAM!” The tree slams hard into the ground right where I had been standing only moments before.

Ruben had seen the whole thing and could not stop laughing. It was something about bouncing off Juan and my saucer-sized eyes that caught his attention. For me, I was just glad to be safe. Again.

Light the Fire Conference

It was a great day full of sun and a gentle breeze. Perfect for the long walk to town to get to the bus terminal. There were 24 of us altogether but before long we were pretty spread out along the road according to walking speeds and involvement in conversations. Some managed to get a ride almost all of the way there, but even in this part of Argentina where you can fit six or more people into a car, not all of us were going to fit in. Multiple trips finally sorted that out, picking us up along the way.

Walking to the bus station
Walking to the bus station.

At the bus terminal the bus to Trelew, our nearest city, leaves every half-hour. You cannot purchase tickets ahead of time and 22 people almost fill the bus. So with the first bus full, we were left with a little more than half an hour to rest after our walk. Some of the girls took advantage of the time with some sweets from the local bakery while others rested against the wall or on the nearby seats.

Girls resting against the wall
The girls resting against the wall in the bus terminal.

On reaching Trelew, it was a little under 1km to walk to the venue where we sorted out the details of our entry and all filed in. We were just in time for the second session of the day. The speakers came from all over South America and the United States but today all of our speakers turned out to be from Argentina.

Arriving at the venue
Arriving at the Conference venue.

Each speaker gave their presentation. Three of them in all. The first one spoke on very intellectual matters and lost me within the first fifteen minutes of his two hours. The second one was a replacement for another speaker who had become ill. He was more passionate in his presentation but it still seemed to lack substance.

The YWAMers in the conference
The YWAMers in the conference.

Both had talked about things and told us what needed to be done without actually doing any of it. The conference was called “Light the Fire” and yet I felt like somebody sitting in a group around a dead fire. Here we were talking about how you should light it, why it went out, what to do when it is lit, and the things to help it keep going… YET NOBODY WAS ACTUALLY GOING ABOUT LIGHTING IT.

Our view from the side seats
Our view from the side seats.

Call me a critic, but doesn’t it seem ironic to you too? These sorts of things frustrate me, and frustrated I was. However the third speaker did more than just speak intellectual things in the air. I was proud to know that he was our national YWAM leader, although this has nothing to do with my thoughts on his speech.

Alejandro taking to the platform
Alejandro taking to the platform (receiving prayer before speaking).

Speaking to the core of the people there, Alejandro Rodriguez cut to the chase and brought many people to account for their selfish attitudes and actions within the church. He pulled no punches. There was an authority in the way that he spoke that neither of the other speakers had. It brought people to their senses, made them think twice, and had many repenting of their wrong actions and attitudes. So influential was his preaching that virtually everybody went forward as a declaration that they would change those areas where they had been wrong.

Almost everybody went forward
Almost everybody went forward.

Finally somebody was doing something about the fire. It was like ordering the wood to get it ready to light. Not a fire in itself but an important step. It was not everything that needs to be done, but it is a start. May God use this to bring more action into this conference.

Alejandro Rodriguez preaching
Alejandro surrounded by a repentant group of people.

Lighting the fire requires action. Not talk.