February 22, 2014
A Real Life "Missionary Max Moment"
Earlier this evening I tweeted this:
So…tonight got a little "Missionary Max-ish". Details to follow...— Andrew Comings (@AndrewComings) February 22, 2014
I won't make you wait for an explanation.
On Friday nights we are having a Leadership Training Course at the Ebenezer congregation. I arrived a little early and was sitting in the meeting area of the elementary school we use, when Jadson--one of our promising young men--came by and asked me to take him to pick up the key. Apparently the director of the school had changed one of the locks.
So we got into the Fiatt and turned to make the short drive to the director's house. As we did so, we noticed William, another promising young man from the congregation, approaching the school.
Just as we started up the road towards the director's house, Jadson turned around in the passenger seat.
"Pastor, let me out!" he exclaimed. "I just saw two guys go by, and I think they might try to mug William."
"You're not going anywhere," I told him, jamming the car into reverse. "We'll go in the car."
Spraying dirt and gravel, we backed up onto the main road. As we did, my headlights caught the two guys as they approached William. They were running, and at first it looked like they would pass him by. He wisely moved to the other side of the road. Then one of the guys turned aside and approached him, holding a knife.
Once again gravel flew as I threw the Donkeyslayer into gear and bore down on the assailants. About one hundred yards separated us from the scene of the crime. We blew over a speed bump, I laid on the horn and revved the engine.
"Run 'em down, Pastor!" encouraged Jadson, beside me. He read my mind.
50, 30, 15 yards, and the bandidos finally realized we were not just a passing vehicle. Losing interest in William, they took off running with an angry red Fiatt in hot pursuit.
"Corram" I muttered to myself as I gripped the wheel.
"Run 'em down, Pastor!" Jadson urged.
Seeing they couldn't outrun the growling hatchback of death behind them, they turned aside and jumped over a wall. We braked hard, and Jadson jumped out to warn the people in the house that there were bandidos in their backyard. Men spilled onto the street, and in an amazingly short period of time there were several carloads of guys roaming the area, armed with clubs, poles, curtain rods...anything they could lay their hands on. Past experience tells me that the bandidos better pray the police find them first.
I turned around to find William. He was at the home of one of the neighbors of our church. When he saw me pull up he smiled. "Way to go, Pastor!"
Not exactly the night I had planned...but Missionary Max would be proud.
January 19, 2014
Sometimes people go on vacation to see new sights and experience new...experiences. And sometimes people just need to get away from the rat-race and relax with family.
For us, this vacation was the latter option. We hung out with Itacayara's sister and her husband and did relaxing things like go to the beach with the kids, read, and finish writing a novel (more about that later).
As a result, there weren't too many pictures, but here are some of the best:
Mikey and Nathanael playing with their cousins Paulo Victor and Paulo Ricardo (or PV and PR)
Nathanael in mid-cartwheel.
A beachside cabana.
Little supermarkets that are starting to pop up in small towns throughout Maranhão. Owned and operated by WalMart.
Itacyara's sister Iara and her husband Manuel in front of their church.
January 18, 2014
He Fills His Hands with Lightning...
He fills his hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark. Job 36:32
For more pictures of this incredible lightning storm around the Cristo Redentor statue in Rio, check out this article from HuffPo.
January 16, 2014
Missionary Max Fun Fact 001
January 3, 2014
More Burned Busses
From Sao Luis reporter Zeca Soares (one of my regular reads to keep up to date with what is going on in my adopted city) comes the report of the latest craziness here.
According to the article, these latest bus burnings were ordered from within the prison, as retaliation for a stricter regime as a result of last year's riots.
Here in São Luís, we give new meaning to the expression "fire up the bus".
Seriously, prayers for safety in this climate are greatly appreciated.