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Published: July 20th 2013
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The group outside the church.I slept through the night, enjoying the freezing air conditioning when I was interrupted by the arrival of morning. After we got ready, we went down to eat breakfast with everyone at 8 o'clock. After breakfast, we had our group devotion. Today our devotion was to put on the armor of God. After having a group praying, we got on our bus and headed to the local church that we would be helping. Since today is Sunday, we helped with their usual Sunday activities. Two of our members were chosen to lead the bible study and preach, so the rest of us split up to do different things. A couple were our musicians, and went to sing in service, while some attended the service. Others went to an English bible study with Africans who are learning English, and the rest went and helped with the children. I chose to help my mom with The children, so I can't tell you anything about what the others did. With the children, we told the story of David and Lion’s Den. We ended up making lion masks with the children, and then used them as skits in the story. The rest of the time
Inside the church. It says come to worship, leave to serve.we just played games and sang songs. It was really encouraging to see all of the children play and have fun. After church ended, we went to a restaurant that we would eat at for lunch for the remainder of our time. The missions/youth pastor of the church is our liaison and will be attending everything with us for the rest of the week. Marcos and his wife Delmis, joined us for the lunch. They ended up having two plates, two drinks, and a pastry for 10 euros, so most of us shared meals. The staff was very nice and helped us tremendously, but the food was not very good. When it was time to pay, we ended up having trouble. The restaurant had prepared food for all of us to get one meal and not share, so they wanted us to pay as if we hadn't shared. All though there were many attacks on the group before the mission trip, I thought that once we arrived in Sevilla, Spain, that the attacks would stop. As I would come to learn, when you are following God's will and about to accomplish something amazing, the devil never stops attacking. Instead of
making a big deal about it, we all paid the 10 euros and decided not to return to that restaurant. We went back to the hotel to rest for about an hour before we went to another church later that night. We ended up going to a small church in Huelvas, when I say small I mean about 20 members, and did the same things we did in the morning. All though it feels like we haven't done a whole lot to help, I know that our presence has given the members of both church’s hope and encouragement. Majority of Spain is Catholic, and non-practicing. Among missionaries, Spain is known as the Missionary's Cemetery because the people are not willing to hear the word of God because their hearts are hardened by the Catholic Church. Unlike third-world countries where you can see the fruits of your labor, in Spain you may never get to see your crops. As a group, we are constantly reminding ourselves not to get discouraged. God calls us to plants seeds; He is the one who grows them. As the day draws to a late end and I ponder through my day, I pray for the
Church plant, above a grocery store.people of Spain.
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