Marching Forth

Oh, what’s that I see
By the dawn’s early light?

It’s the flags of the duo of Dr. (Rebekah) and Mr. (Joel) Stoll. Joel is from Switzerland and Rebekah, one of Timothy’s daughters, is, natch, from Costa Rica. Rebekah runs a mission clinic in Grano de Oro, and Joel is the factotum here at Finca de Cueva and also pastors the Spanish church I visited on Sunday afternoon, two doors down from the clinic.

Should it be Mr. and Dr. Stoll, or Dr. and Mr. Stoll?

Yesterday we took them and Dr. Doug and his son Kyle (down for the week from Seattle and BIOLA U, respectively) and others out to the middle of nowhere in Indian country—well, the Indians know where it is, of course—so they can hold three and two fractions days of dental clinics.

Dr. Doug and Kyle.

No mission trip is complete without pictures of treacherous terrain and bad roads, so here you go.

I wonder how far above the water level that footbridge is in rainy season.

The elementary school that is hosting the clinic. “With education and God[’s help?], we can make our dreams come true.”

Since we’ve gotten back I’ve been working on getting David’s draft of Mark ready for field testing. The goal is to have a script he can run on his draft files that spits out a file that can be imported into the family desktop publishing program and printed with no tweaking. That took until this morning. Since then, I’ve been working on a map that will be included in the handouts.

Me writing the script

Me working on the map

My handiwork

I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring, but if it’s tough, Timothy and David will get some relief from hearing me say, “Groovy!” and “I’m happier than a pig in slop!”

Thanks again for your prayers!