On The Fourth Day
‘On the fourth day, Chad hit a wall.’ No amount of trip preparation could have prepared me for this experience. Rather than spend this blog time talking about the overwhelming amount of poverty, malnutrition, governmental corruption, and social injustices, I’ll focus on the things that make sense to me today. It will take an unknown timeline to reflect and make sense of the overflow of pictures and conversations raging in my head.
Being a non-catholic and extremely limited in my Spanish language knowledge (not too mention my zero knowledge of the Ki’che language), I have found most days to be a daily search to find commonality between myself and my Guatemalan brothers and sisters that is outside of spoken words. To my great surprise, this happened in the masses we attended over the past three days. Whether in one of the impoverished village churches in the Solola Mountains or right outside our doors in the Santa Tomas parish, I have made a universal bond through music and the simplistic power of a smile. With each mass celebration, I have found my spirit filled and faith rejuvenated through the voices and rhythms of the Ki’che people. Their smiles radiate the warmth of a beautiful culture, which they have shared without hesitation. I am truly blessed for this experience.
‘On the fourth day, Chad hit a wall.’ I pray that in time I will be given the opportunity to process how their beautiful eyes hide an overwhelming amount of pain and suffering. I fear that I will never be able to understand or make sense of it all.
‘On the fourth day, Chad hit a wall.’