Pulling Weeds
The Holy Spirit is moving in Panajachel. As a team we arrived two o'clock on Wednesday morning. After catching up on some sleep and assessing some of our construction projects a group of us headed to a local internet cafe so we could let our friends and family know that we were alive. While we were there we met the owner of the cafe. After talking to him for a little bit we learned that his name was Victor, he was thirty years old, and he was from Honduras. As we began to explain why we were in Panajachel, we could see the curiosity build in Victor's eyes. He was...