Category Archives: Missions to Ecuador
A SHIRT AND A BOOK
What does poverty look like to you? Is it too little or no income? Is it a small, shabby shack in the “bad” part of town? Is it gender, race or culture-based? Is it the lack of material wealth or … Continue reading
Poverty of the Spirit
Poverty is more than the lack of material possessions; it adds the burden of isolation and hopelessness and of the loss of human dignity. We who have often disparage those who do not have by thinking they are lazy or … Continue reading
Cayambe Blessings: the Real Meaning of Missions
We say it at every pre-trip meeting: “A mission trip is about people, making friendships, connecting one to one.” And we mean it. But we still focus on the numbers, how many people we saw, how much medicine we used, … Continue reading
Away from the World
Today is election day, and I found the best way to handle the onslaught of political ads and calls. I spent the past week in a barrio on the side of a volcano in the Andes mountains of Ecuador. My … Continue reading
It’s Not about the Numbers
Once again, I am reminded that a mission trip is not about the numbers. On our medical missions, we want to know how many people we treated each day, how many doses of antibiotics we used, how many pairs of … Continue reading
The Lost Bag
We arrived early Monday morning to set up the medical clinic for a week. Team members deposited ten large plastic bags of medications in the room that would house our pharmacy for the week. Two nurses began unpacking the bottles … Continue reading
Jesus and Bubbles
Nancy, at eight years of age, has a 9-month-old sibling perched on her hip most of the day. At lunch, she balances him on her lap and feeds him soup before she eats hers. She carries him to the soccer … Continue reading
Cookies
A small chocolate chip cookie had almost undone our week’s work and team testimony Continue reading
Stepping out of your comfort zone
On our first trip to Cayambe, Ecuador, I noticed a woman washing clothes at the cement sink outside her home next to the church, site of our construction project. I asked our interpreter if we might go over and speak … Continue reading