Above: Tiiiiiiit and his angels, Bronnie, Gloria, Helen, and Chelsea. It's a wonder I am vertical in this picture...I took a Dramamine motion sickness pill on the way over from Puerto. 12 hours later, we arrived in Tuxtla, but I was still riding the Dramamine sleep train. I collapsed in a (not even my own) hotel room and slept for a couple hours. I was awoken to attend the Pioneer Meeting, which I attended, and by attended I mean slept through, half-passed out in the back of the Kingdom Hall. Then I returned to the hotel room and slept for another 16 hours. Miraculously I managed to get up and go to the assembly the next day, I even got up on stage...and stayed awake. Also on the bus over, non-sedated passengers were puking like there was no tomorrow. In plastic bags, on themselves...it was a bit like the scene from The Sandlot when they boys mix chewing tobacco with carnival rides. Travelling is the best, isn't it?
Nathan and Kent setting the stage. Check out that sweet white couch.
It was a great assembly. Puerto Escondido represented - we had the Theocratic Ministry School and Bible Highlights, Vinny and Nathan had talks, Freddy, Tiit, John, Norma, and Eugene rocked their demonstrations. I didn't fully understand how much holy spirit could help you through something like a talk until this day. It helped that I had a lovely assistant that consented to practice with me about a dozen times. I had a rough time turning "Will All Jews Be Converted To Faith In Christ?" into a tidy five minute conversation, but by George, I think we got it!
There was an intense schedule in the entryway of the Assembly Hall. Fortunately, it had Jacinta Kearney down for giving the number two talk, so if I stuffed it up too bad, I could blame it on her.
Jorge's first Circuit Assembly.
Bronnie met Jorge in the territory over a year ago, then left back to New Zealand. He has been progressing steadily even since and has a voracious spiritual appetite. He is already saving money to be able to come to the District Convention in Queretaro, since he nows sees "the need to put the Kingdom first, and everything else after."After the assembly, Bronnie and I committed to our Guatemala border run plan and took a bus up to San Cristobal to begin. It was there my digestive system began to rebel against me and inflict four days of hellish, hilarious fury on me. Also on Bronnie, by association. That poor girl had to see, hear and experience things no friend or human being should ever have to tolerate. But that's why we call her Bronwyn the Destroyer. (For the record, I am "The Machine". These names have their primary application on the volleyball court, but have a trickle-down effect to the rest of our lives.)
So with a weekend of spiritual food in our tummies (and raging parasitic desolation in mine), the Destroyer and the Machine were off to Central America!
P.S. I think I have a worm or some sort of alien growing out of my inner elbow. Am I making you want to come to Mexico? Mmmmm.
