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Even though their homes were crude wood and tin shacks
with dirt floors, they were very hospitable and generous, especially
with their smiles. |
| Christine loved the Dominican children, and would have brought half
of them home if she could have. |
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Each day when our team showed up at the church, 20 to 40 children
joined us there within a few minutes. We played a lot of games, sang
songs or went to there homes to visit their mothers (fathers were
usually at work, or in some cases they had abandoned their family). |
| Jessica (on the right, standing in front of her mother) was nick
named “El Presidente” because she liked to be in charge
whenever we played a game. She was the third oldest of eight children. |
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These horse drawn carts were pretty common in the streets of Barrio
Filipino. |
| A baby chick sold for two pesos (about $0.03). Chicken is the most
common meat served in the D.R. |
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John and Kevin are helping to mix cement to be used to repair walls
in the church. Since there is no running water in the barrio, it has
to be delivered by truck. And usually, the electricity was not available.
Nearly all the work is manually. |
| Felecia is the 13-year old girl standing next to her mother holding
a book. It was a torn book in English, but she loved us to read it
to her. |
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You would never guess by the smiles on the faces of these children
that they were poor. Even though they had much fewer material belongings
than most Americans, they didn’t seem to lack for joy. |
| Pastor Alex (on the left) leads the congregation of Church Emanuel
III, whose membership is about 70 adults and children. He works 40-60
a week at a factory making boots and then ministers to his congregation
in the evening and on the weekends. He and his wife are very joyful
and hard working. They have two children and another on the way. |
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Hector (center) and his son run a small store in the middle of the
barrio. Hector’s family helped to start Church Emanuel III five
years ago when it started out meeting in his home. |
| Sometimes the children helped us with our manual labor at the church;
but most days they just begged us to come out and play with them. |
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On our first full day in the Dominican Republic we cleared a small
field beside the church so the children would have a place to play.
Before that, they would just play in the streets, dodging motor cycles,
trucks and horse drawn carts. |
| BJ was one of our best balloon artists. The children at the orphanage
really enjoyed our balloon sculptures, especially the swords and hats. |
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The lizards in the D.R. were plentiful. Here Johnny holds one of
his many prizes. Moments after this picture was taken he attached
this reptile to his ear lobe, letting it hang there by chomping into
his flesh. |
| We brought two large boxes of crowns and markers and coloring books
that the children enjoyed on one of few rainy days we had there. |
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Jon loved the children and they loved him. One time they pretended
to show him a cock roach in a little boys hand. “Cucaracha,”
they yelled. But Jon didn’t wish to see it. He took off running
and about a dozen children chased him until they caught him and tackled
him to the ground in the midst of loud shouts and laughs. |
| We shared the gospel message with these children many times and
quite a few of them prayed with us to ask the Lord Jesus Christ to
change there lives through His great love. Their opened to the gospel
was extraordinary. |
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| There was a McDonalds just a few miles from the barrio. On our last
night in the D.R. we took a large group of children there, many of
whom had never been outside there barrio. The children enjoyed themselves
greatly and it was a real pleasure for our team to spoil them just
a little. |
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We really enjoyed going to church with our Christian brothers and
sisters in the D.R. They worship the Lord with great exuberance and
energy. |
| One day we took all the children from the orphanage out shopping
and bought each child a new pair of sneakers. You can’t imagine
how big their smiles were. |
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The children wee just so precious. One mother gave a small gift
to one of our team members. It was a stuffed animal that her father
had given her when she was a little girl. This mother asked that we
would always remember her daughter and to pray for her each time we
looked at that gift. |
| We traveled throughout the D.R. on a bus driven by Pappito, our
beloved bus driver (pictured in the center without a yellow tee shirt).
The drivers there are crazy and the traffic laws barely exist in the
D.R. But Pappito zipped through the roads with great skill. Sitting
in the shot gun seat was an exciting adventure that we each took turns
sharing. |
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