Weird coincidences?

By Scott Linscott

We’ve been back from Guatemala for almost two weeks now. Today, our sponsor kit with a photo of Tanya’s smiling, 7 year old face looking at me. The first thing I noticed was that her birthday is Sunday. I quickly went online and sent my little girl a letter, some photos and a birthday gift that I imagine will arrive weeks too late. It will be easy to remember our girl’s birthday because it is one day after my transplant anniversary. I’m thankful for that timing coincidence.

_LIN0740There were a lot of pretty awesome “coincidences” on our trip. One of the young men travelling with us, Sean, was an instant hit with a couple little girls who would have been content to sit with him all day if they could. He and his brother Cameron are identical twins and I still have trouble telling them apart. Sean, Cam and their mom and dad came to Guatemala with their hearts open to finding another child to sponsor. Here’s the coincidence that I think _LIN1538is so cool. They met a set of precious little, identical twin girls and one of them was in need of a sponsor! The connection was instant. I could not help but cry when I watched Melissa tear up when they gave her a gift of a framed picture of the two sets of twins together. I have no doubt that God brought the Wilson family to Guatemala just for that connection!

We saw the “coincidence” of Steve impulsively sharing a story of his first mission trip and feeling scared and out of place. He didn’t know that some of our team was feeling those exact feelings and would find comfort in his words.

There was the “coincidence” of our team having Doctor Paulding with us and 1 year old twin boys (more twins) with respiratory and ear infections with no money for medicine. “Coincidentally,” Doc Paulding had the medicine they needed and was able to help the family.

There was the “coincidence” of even the paint colors exactly matching the colors of the new painting we began in our home church. When we finish the painting here at home, I have no doubt where our minds will be.

It seemed like each team member found at least one or two natural connections and spots where they knew they belonged, from alongside Mimi in the kitchen to teaching in a first grade class to being adopted by a group of third graders. The soccer games gave us chances to laugh and celebrate goals and a quick downpour let us dance in the rain.

I went to Guatemala mostly because I wanted people in our church to experience the joy of Christians in third world poverty. I hoped to find a connection with another child to sponsor since our little boy from Ghana is now a young man. I hoped for a little girl.

_LIN1396Tanya kept smiling at me when we played with the kids who needed sponsors. She was guarded and quiet but her eyes kept locking on mine. When the noise from a tug of WAR game (thanks Sara and Cam!) drowned us out, I figured I would come back later to see about sponsoring Tanya. When things settled down, I found out Tanya was going to be sponsored by our church children. I pleaded that Robin and I could have her and the church take another because of the connection I sensed. So, Jose, became our FBC child and I got Tanya.

Tanya scott goodbye 2When we went to tell her, the AMG staff member told me not to expect much of a reaction because “she is very shy.” As we explained that Robin and I would be her sponsors she smiled and wrapped her little arms around my neck and squeezed. She took my hand and we went to find Robin who was mobbed by her third graders. Tanya spent the rest of the afternoon talking to me nonstop and we read each of the Spanish children’s books I had brought. When the AMG staff member walked by and saw us, surrounded by other kids, he smiled and remarked about how amazing it was to see quiet, little Tanya so animated and happy. It was such a connection!

It was the same, Providential connection, that we saw with the Wilson family, the Grants, Maddy, Sara, the Lamsons, Jan, Kim and even with little Jose! I think God picked out those kids for us before we even got there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A message of hope

_LIN1601By Lorin Smith
I thought I could bring a message of hope to Guatemala. I had a strong grandfather’s image, a good testimony and desire to show some needed love to Guatemalan children. I was wrong about the message of hope. God is in charge of hope; He is the source of hope. I can only go where  He sends me. He uses Me.
I was a bad (naughty) grandfather. I gave a teacher a bucket of  sidewalk chalk. She wasn’t familiar with the stuff and just handed out a piece to each student. These second graders began to use it on paper. So I took a piece and drew a red heart on the wall, shocking the teacher. Then I wiped it away. The kids were now on the floor drawing on their papers so I got down and proceeded to copy what they drew by drawing with chalk on the floor itself. They were fast learners. I ran to get an interpreter to reassure the teacher. By then the floor was covered with chalk. She made me stay after school to mop the chalk off the floor.
Next I proceeded to buy my grandson a sling shot as a souvenir I was able to tell my testimony to Sam and a few women through him. God as been good to me far beyond what I could have imagined.
The hope thing actually happened,  We painted the front walls, some class rooms and an inside wall of the school. Now the locals can have more pride in their school and perhaps add improvements with their own efforts. We tried to hug every kid in the school. They cried and we cried on the day we left; all tears of love. Now there are nine more kids with new sponsors.
Guatemala went through thirty years of guerrilla warfare. Millions were killed. The surviving adults were raised on war, murder and theft. Armed guards, barbed wire and cruelty seemed everywhere. The hope is that we provided positive loving role models for these kids, especially by playing with them.
The average age in Guatemala is just over nineteen years old. They are all kids, teenagers with babies. Without any education all they can do is farm labor , picking coffee, or make cottage industry trinkets. What they need is education. There is a need for trades like electricians, masons and truck drivers. If you can’t add or read you are of little use in a retail business. We had less than a week to support this school.  We did what we could, but God will not return empty handed.
Our cup did indeed run over . We left shoes and a large pile of clothing, toys and  a table full of peanut butter and brown sugar. Add Jesus and they can have thousands of cookies for smiling kids with big brown eyes. We collectively poured about twenty thousand dollars directly into the Guatemalan economy.
  The good Lord supported us, but Satan erased my Spanish vocabulary. God provided the financing. We prayed for safety and protection; He protected us. We didn’t see any dreaded mosquitoes  nothing serious took place and  I lost twenty dollars from my suitcase but I was planning on leaving it in Guatemala anyway.
Rural Guatemala did not seem to have running water or sewers or even a welfare system. Seismic activity prevents it. If you want clean water collect lots of rain water. AMG, the group we were under seems to be the defacto welfare department for much of Guatemala. They rescue  the dump kids, the addicts, the abused  or abandoned kids, then feed them and school them and tell them about God.  There was lots of noise and lots of activity, mostly pushing small items for small profits. Guatemala city in contrast  had money and bigger businesses. It is comparable to Los Angeles with seven million people and nine tenths of the wealth of Guatemala but no skyscrapers. Guatemala is in general a tropical paradise with flowers, fruit and 85 degree weather but it is also dangerous with mosquitoes, volcanoes guerrilla  elements and drug dealers.
This short week long mission was one intense education, an awakening., God used us there and now we have  a message, a testimony of what we saw and witnessed.  Americans tend to put their trust in insurance companies. These Guatemalans have put all their trust in God and are happy. They are content with what the good Lord has given them.

A Few Travel Pictures

Received the following update through email today from Scott, but it was supposed to arrive last night to be posted with these pictures so here is the updated post. Hopefully we’ll figure something out and this will get a little smoother….

It’s really 9:30 our time though and we’re pooped. We met at the airport 17.5 hours ago.

Our ride to Oratorio got pretty quiet when we left Guatemala City. It is a shock to see living conditions, people along the roadside and the reality of poverty. Hopefully I will find a strong enough signal to post some photos tomorrow.

AMG has quite a week lined up for us. Tomorrow it starts with joining a church family nearby for worship.

Thankful for a safe trip

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In Guatemala, on our way to Oratorio

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In the Atlanta airport

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In Atlanta after the first leg of our trip

Excited to go back! By Dana Kelly

I first fell in love with the people of Guatemala, especially the children, on my first trip down there in 2003.

As I look forward to going back, thoughts and emotions fill my heart as I know I will be seeing friends and fellow believers again.  I am excited to go back!!  I would not miss this trip for anything.  Also being the leader for this group of almost all newbies, makes me concerned as to how all these first timers will process all what they see and do while down in Guatemala.  I remember the debriefing meeting we had in Guatemala after my first trip down there.  I was heartbroken for all the children who we were leaving behind and what was going to happen to them, but then I remembered the words of our Lord who said, “ He will never leave them nor forsake them.”  The idea that a lot of these children were attending AMG schools where they were not only getting fed physically, but also spiritually made the trip home a little better.  I thank the Lord for the opportunity to once again be His servant down in Guatemala.

By Dana Kelly

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It was God’s plan. Stacey & Bill Lamson

FBCGT Work Day-9When it was first announced that FBC-Westbrook was going to send a team to Guatemala I thought of every reason why(I felt) I couldn’t go, but my husband, Bill asked me if I would go with him and I reluctantly agreed.

God is so much bigger than the box we often put Him in.  All the things that we fret over we need to remember that God is in control.  I know now that it was God’s plan all along that I would be going on this trip…it just took me a little while to realize it.

We are going to Guatemala to encourage our missionaries, to do some service work, to love on some children and also to grow in our walk with Christ, which has already begun.  I am  looking forward to working alongside my team members growing together as we love God and love others in Guatemala and also when we return back home!

By Stacey Lamson

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I have heard God’s call before and have ignored it.This time I answered without hesitation.
He knows why I am going and I am in His hands waiting for Him to show me the reason. My prayer is that I will serve Him, the missionaries, the people of Guatemala, and my team members well.

By Bill Lamson

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When God pulls you close. By Scott Linscott

Linscott-MexicoWhy am I going?

Honestly, I haven’t really thought much about what this trip has to do with me. Initially, I wanted people in our church family to go so they could grow like I’ve grown on the past trips I’ve led. When the team passed the 12 member limit, I was actually quite ready to bow out so that others could go. But then, AMG increased the limit.

I wanted to go but, continuing with the transparency here, I was scared about it too.  Nothing about the trip itself scares me. Since 1979, I have been on missions and humanitarian trips to Europe and Mexico. I’ve helped rebuild homes in flood-ravaged New Orleans after the devastation of hurricane Katrina. I’ve taken teams to work in the inner city and teams to work with the poor of Appalachia. I’ve worked with Habitat efforts locally, served in soup kitchens, brought blankets to the homeless and served the poor here in Maine. I’ve traveled by foot, bicycle, car, bus, boat, train and plane. So, what scares me?

I’m scared of me.

In 2012 my oldest son saved my life by giving me half of his liver in a living donor transplant surgery at Lahey Hospital in Massachusetts. I spent most of 2011 and all of 2012 praying for God’s healing while leaning heavily on the expertise of our American medical services. When I go on this trip my God will go with me, but the sense of security I take from knowing that some of the top transplant docs in the world are close by will be gone.

What do you think was my first purchase after my plane ticket to Guatemala? What would you buy? I bought emergency medical insurance. Should something happen, I will be quickly flown back to the states by charter jet. I’ve never done that before.

I’m thrilled that my doctors have given me the okay to go, with caution. I am taking every precaution I can and even have a filled prescription of antibiotics going with me to begin at the first sign of a belly ache. I’m truly excited to go but, yes, I am also a bit scared that something will go wrong with my health.

If you are a praying person, I’d appreciate prayer that my sense of security would move to where it should be (God) instead of where it is right now (medical expertise.)

Why do I have a picture of a little girl up above? In a sense, she is why I want to go to Guatemala so badly. In 2009, just outside of Puebla, Mexico, this little girl looked for me every morning when she arrived at the school where we were building a classroom and a bathroom. She would climb up onto my lap, wrap her arms around my neck and pull my face to her face. She was deaf and could only see things clearly at about 2 inches away. She wanted to see my eyes. When she locked on, she would smile a beaming smile and let out a squeal and squeeze tighter. I couldn’t communicate with her but that didn’t matter. I don’t know why she picked me. She just loved being held, tickled and seeing me make faces and try to play with her. The local missionaries told me that she hadn’t done that with anyone else.

I don’t know if she remembers me but I think of her and pray for her regularly. She knew I was part of the Jesus crowd at this mission that was teaching her to communicate. I believe she knew that my hugs and love for her were from God. What she can’t possibly know is that her little hands on my cheeks, pulling me close, locking eyes and bursting out with joy, was Jesus himself showing me his love for me.

The school where we will work in Oratorio serves 350 children. Because of my little friend in Mexico, I’m going searching for a certain child. I will be looking for the one usually left out or off by himself.  I want to let him know that, no matter what else is happening in his little life, our God loves him like crazy and there are people who love him too. Maybe he will need a program sponsor to continue with AMG.  My prayer is that God brings us together.

By Scott Linscott