Teaching in Chiriqui

 
 Ten days after returning from the US, Alex and I (and the girls, of course) headed out to the province of Chiriqui, a short 9 hour bus ride from Chepo.... :-)

We were there to teach in YWAM Chiriqui's Indigenous DTS.  With a wonderful group of students from all over Panama, it made for a challenging and rewarding week. It was exciting to know that after finishing the DTS, each of the students (most were couples with children) will be returning to their communities, and seeking to make a change there.

Alex and I shared the teaching week, trying to keep it interesting with lots of story telling and some games that got them thinking and working as a team.  Our subject was leadership, and I learned a lot from their comments and thoughts as we told together the story of the disciples arguing over who was the greatest, and of Jesus washing the disciples feet. The beautiful thing about stories is that you can know a story by heart, and yet learn something new every time you tell it.  I found that this group got right to the heart of the issues, and I was challenged to look at my attitude and ask myself, "Am I following Jesus' example?" 

We also enjoyed the chance to catch up with all our friends in Chiriqui, which was a blessing, since we don't make it out that way too often.  Here are a few pictures from our week. You will notice that we also did a service project to put into practice serving.  Again, I was challenged by them!





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