Reaching out to Wounaan Youth





Once a year the Iglesia Evangelica Unida (Wounaan churches) gets together for a weekend event, featuring teaching, fellowship and planning.  Last year Alex attended alone as it was being held in a village near the Colombian border, and recent confrontations with the Colombian FARC made it unsafe for me to attend.

This year we plan on attending as a family, as the event will be held in a coastal community which we have visited before.  Alex is heading up the planning team for youth activities during the event.  They hope to combine sports and outreach for the young people who attend, and are encouraging young people from Wounaan villages all over Panama to make the trip.

We will be traveling out on February 14th, and spending the weekend in the community of Maje, along the Pacific coast.  Its past the village of Platanares, a trip of about 7 hours total by boat.  Besides looking forward to a time of ministry to Wounaan young people, it’s also a key time for net-working with other Wounaan communities, and getting a feel for needs that exist beyond our area here in Chepo.

On a personal note, Maje is also home to one of Alex’s half sisters.  We don’t know her well and hope to spend some time with her family while we are there.

As you can imagine, any time a long boat ride is involved, travel is not going to be cheap.  We plan on needing $250 for travel and ministry costs.  If you would like to contribute towards this event, you can give through this page, or e-mail us for other options.

Please pray:

-          For safety as we travel by sea.

-          Health and protection from eating or drinking anything harmful (we seem to have picked up a lot of stomach bugs lately)

-          For many young people to attend and to have open hearts to hear what Alex and others share.

-          Direction and wisdom for those planning the overall event.

 
(Traveling out the community of Maje almost two years ago)

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