Glue

Both Alli and I currently have huge chunks of glue stuck in our hair. Tonight was definitely an eventful feeding. The first stop was pretty entertaining actually, some of the people wanted to know what their names meant in English. A lot of them were just the same as they are in Spanish, but they all got a kick out of hearing us pronounce them in English. Then we got to the second stop and things got crazy. Everyone was really high and belligerent. First there was a really bad fight that broke out, a bunch of guys were beating up another guy for some reason, and it went on for quite a while. Then there was this lady who was pregnant and was saying that she needed food for her baby, but she didn’t like what we had tonight so she just threw it on the ground. Then there was a guy who wanted hot sauce with his dinner and we didn’t have any, so he threw the whole bowl back into our tub of soup. Then the first lady came back and first of all didn’t remember having thrown the soup before, and then was asking Alli and Tess and me questions and just being really forward. Darwin and Amber were cleaning people up from the fight and trying to sort out other conflicts off to the side. This is where the glue comes in. We asked the lady what her problem was with us and she told us that it was because we were Gringas (Americans), and then grabbed my hair. I asked her not to touch me and she said well if you don’t want me to touch you then you can just leave! She kept getting in our faces and was grabbing Alli’s hair too, and when I had my back turned she grabbed my hair again and I yelled at her not to touch me, and by then Darwin was running over and he walked her off and tried to calm her down. The reason all this was happening is because everyone is so high, and a lot of them get high on glue. They put it in bottles or bags and sniff it. The lady who grabbed our hair had been holding a bottle of glue and it was all over her hands when she touched us.

We went to our third stop where things were much more subdued, but on the way home we were all a little frustrated with the craziness. We had run out of tortillas at the last stop and I started thinking, we should have saved the tortillas at the second stop so we could have given them out at the last one where they wouldn’t have been wasted and where the people were so much better and, in my opinion, deserving, at least tonight. But then I got to thinking, how backwards is that? Is that the way God loves people? Would he save the best things for the people who appreciate them the most? I don’t know for sure, but I really don’t think so. When Jesus healed the ten men with leprosy only one came back and thanked him, but that didn’t keep him from healing all of them anyway. He didn’t withhold love from the others just because they didn’t reciprocate it.

I guess what I’m saying is that loving people like Jesus did is worth a little glue in your hair.