Villages

We had an All Church Retreat last weekend, it lasted three days, but we only went two days.  Before we went I thought it would be boring sitting there listening to someone say things I don't understand, but it was really fun.  We went to church like we do in the States.  They had everything we have except the church building, and the Lord's Supper was different.  For the Lord's Supper they picked up what they were going to have, blessed it, and then they had the Lord's Supper.  

On Saturday, we went to the village and Michal and I played with really pretty rocks.  Then it started to storm and we had to go inside a school building.  The school building was big and yellow, it had holes in the walls.  There were chalkboards but no desks.  They were using the desks for seats for the retreat.  All of my friends came, and we got to play.  We saw a termite mound and we went to look at it,  it was huge.  It was taller than my dad!  We found a stick that was about twelve feet high and we used it as a flag pole for our fort we built.  When you're out in the village, there is nothing but land and trees for miles and miles.  You can run and play all you want- that's exactly what we did.  

Next weekend we're going bonding.  Bonding is going to the village and staying a couple of nights so you can get to know what the village is like.  Michal doesn't want to go bonding so we told her it is just camping in the village, but she still knows it's bonding.  She's too smart.  I am looking forward to seeing how they get food.  It is such a long way to the city and they do not have cars or motorcycles. And I want to see if I can balance a bucket of water on my head, which will be a very neat experience!

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Bruchko...

At my school in Kara we have a book list with books we have to read. When we get done with one we have to read another. Bruchko is one of my favorite books I’ve read so far. Bruchko is about a boy who is captured by the Motilone Indians of Colombia. His adventures in South America are beyond anyone’s imagination. He meets a friend named Bobarishora and he can’t pronounce his name so he calls him Bobby.

Reading this book made me rethink everything in my life, and I could not find one thing that was as bad as he had. My favorite part in this true story is when Bruchko was lying halfway dead on a rock by the beach. He had prayed to God a few hours before, and suddenly he found bananas floating in the ocean. That makes me want to have more faith in God. Even though I’m already baptized, there is always room for more faith in God. It also makes me want to think about the good things that are happening instead of worrying about bad things.

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