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An experience for all senses
By Ellen Munsterman
It
would be absolutely impossible for me to ever truly convey our experiences
in Venezuela through an article. Venezuela is a country of five senses.
A country you must smell, see, taste, hear, and feel. To smell the unique
foods, to see the bold colors of the streets and buildings, to taste
the sweetness in the exotic juices we were served, to hear the liveliness
of the praise music, and to feel the warmth and stickiness of the humidity
- all of that is required to truly experience such a vibrant and generous
country.
But still, the power of witnessing is immeasurable, and above all else, we were
called to be witnesses after returning from our experience. And that is what
I am going to do.
We spent seven days in Maracaibo, Venezuela, meeting and embracing new people
and a new culture, trying new foods and new customs, experiencing high temperatures
unlike anything we've ever known, and discovering new ways God works in our lives
and through our experiences.
One
particular day, however, stands out to me like no other. Our group of
Colombians, Venezuelans and North Americans boarded the aged school bus
as we had done every other day of the trip, preparing to visit a new
sector of this country we were slowly becoming adapted to. The bus trip
lasted around an hour, but felt so much shorter, as we conversed (in
English and Spanish), joked and laughed, and sang along to the music
(in English and Spanish).
Our liveliness quickly turned into quiet and observation as the bus drove past
the dump for the city of Maracaibo. We were appalled at the sight before our
eyes, only a few hundred feet from our bus. Hundreds of people were living in
this dump, making their living by collecting anything and everything that they
could recycle and find a use for. The images of such a lifestyle are permanently
implanted in my brain, and I'm sure the minds of everyone else on that bus.
From this point, our bus traveled only a short distance farther to the Wayuu
village, a village of Venezuela's poorest indigenous people. Regardless of the
economic status, we were greeted with open arms and generosity, just as we had
been in every other situation we had encountered. We sang songs of praise and
thanksgiving, before receiving a tour of their medical center (a new development
made possible by the cooperation of their village and the Venezuelan government).
We then
traveled to their schoolhouse and were greeted by an enormous group of schoolchildren.
We spent the day playing sports and games with the children, eating alongside
them (they prepared sheep for us!), and watching as they shared information about
their heritage and presented a traditional dance.
After such a day, the donations that we presented to them felt far less valuable
than the generosity and love they had shared with us. Leaving such an impacting
experience was only made more difficult as the children opened their arms for
hugs, and asked us when we would return next. The joy, generosity, and enthusiasm
displayed by these people who had so little still amazes me to this day. Such
an outlook on life is truly inspirational. Such an experience was truly inspirational.
I
hope my brief words provide a justifying first look into a country with
such depth. But as I began with, I hope you realize that to truly experience
what these people have to offer, you need to experience it first-hand.
I suppose that is the truth with any culture, with any country.
Mission is so important, so significant, so life-changing. I wish the opportunity
of mission for everyone, at least once in your life. It is so often that the
people we think need the most, are really the people that are able to teach us
the most. I know this to be the truth from our experience. And I hope this has
encouraged you to desire such an experience, because it is truly miraculous what
can be learned and accomplished by all involved.
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