Why did I want to participate in something like this? Truth is, I've wanted to for a number of years now, but there's never been an opportunity when a mission trip has been organized at the same time as me being off from work. So when this lined up with the orchestra's break, it was an easy decision. To answer the above question, I hoped to experience being part of God's work in a focused manner, away from all the demands of regular life. I often find myself ruled by the to-do list, unable to see past whatever needs attention at the moment. This makes it difficult to discern what God might want to teach me, or how I could grow in faith, or other spiritual things. I hoped that stepping away from everything and participating in this trip might be like taking off a pair of dirty glasses, enabling me to see clearly even if just for those 8 days, but hopefully longer.
Here's a recap of all that went down. We flew down on a Friday morning and arrived in the city of Antigua by about 2pm. Antigua is where the local drilling expert lives and where they base all the operations in Guatemala. His house is set up to accommodate 12 people visiting on trips like this. It's a nice little city (used to be the capitol), nestled up in the mountains so the weather was absolutely gorgeous. We spent two days there doing touristy type things and getting to know each other. Although the group was all from our church, most of us did not know each other yet. On Sunday afternoon, we drove four hours down to the western coast (near a city called Champerico for you map lovers). We stayed in a motel there, which was decent by the local standards, but really a dump by U.S. standards. Let's just say shower shoes were pretty important. We were set to start work on the well on Monday morning, and there was a real tangible excitement the night before - knowing very little about this process except that we were likely to be very sore in 24 hours.
We were on the road to the site by 6:15am. The village where we were drilling was called "La Surena." When we pulled in with a van and a truck hauling a funky looking trailer (the drill rig), the kids came out and looked inquisitively but cautiously. This was actually very rewarding, in that by the end of the process, they were running out to greet us when we arrived in the morning. We had been warned that the next few days would be hard work, but it was even more difficult than I expected. That first day we hauled dozens of 20lb pipes, a few 50 pounders, mixed hundreds of gallons of mud, hauled 50lb bags of mud mix, used shovels to move a very large mound of sand when the first hole failed, and moved a VERY heavy drill rig by hand, in mud, to the new hole location. Conditions were rough - heat and humidity about like Houston's and mud absolutely everywhere. After being splashed in the face and mouth with muddy water, we joked about how all the diarrhea bugs were excited to get to work. We were very fortunate to have shade at the site for at least half the day.
I'll write another post about the specifics of the drilling process, so I'll skip those details here. We spent the next two days drilling and developing the well so that the water was clean and flowed freely. Each day was a whole lot of hard work, but was extremely rewarding. It was very encouraging that our second hole seemed to be a good one and by the end of the third day we were treated to a wonderful sight. By this point we were using compressed air to flush out the well and get things flowing. We could see tons of water coming out the end of the attached tube at 100 gallons/minute, clear as can be. Our leader even drank some at that point. This was a very special moment for me - all that hard work coming to fruition, knowing what that water was going to mean for the people in the village, and feeling that I'd contributed to the Bible's instruction to meet people's physical needs. I confess I shed a few tears just watching water flowing out of a pipe.
The final day in the village, we finished up the well by putting on the hand operated pump and participated in a dedication ceremony. It was a little sad to go. We'd gotten to know some of the folks there including some of the men that helped with the well, and lots of kids who had an amazing amount of energy. We rotated in and out of positions with the drilling, so during the "off-shift" we'd often play football or frisbee with the kids. There was one particular boy who tugged on the heartstrings. He was about 8 years old, but couldn't speak. Not that I could have understood his Spanish even if he could, but sad nonetheless. When trying to get someone's attention, he would do this odd sounding yell. He was my long distance frisbee partner. The other kids were content to throw the frisbee short distances, but he liked to throw across the entire yard - a good 75 feet.
That afternoon we drove four hours back to the wonderfully cool town of Antigua. We spent Friday doing tourist things, then flew back early Saturday morning. My alarm went off at 2:50am. Yikes!
Now that the trip is over, what did I learn? There's been a pretty big emotional load to sort through, but there's one thing that sticks out. It comes from this experience being somewhat of a microcosm of spiritual life in general, particularly in how our team developed and worked together. Many principles in the Bible came to life in this way, particularly unity, the individual parts working together harmoniously much like in our human bodies, and the notion of being consumed by seeking God and working tirelessly for his goals rather than our own. It would have been pretty cool just to see these concepts played out in a clear manner as we did - in a way like "practicing" the way we should live. But the thing I'll really hang on to is the immense, indescribable joy that came from living this way. I simply hope that taste of joy, which was so overwhelming and wonderful, will lead me to live like that as everyday life continues.
Here's a few photos. We haven't shared all the photos yet, so I don't have any with me in them. Hopefully soon.
A nice shot of Antigua set among the mountains.

Mixing up some mud, not too dirty yet.

Nice shot of the drill rig.

They had some nasty looking turkeys there. The locals fed us lunch each day we were there, and I was thankful to not see one of these on the table.

I really like this picture taken in Antigua.
































