A powerful song

Look up the translation, because it gets me every time (playing the guitar for church):

Si hubiera estado allí entre la multitud 
Que tu muerte pidió, que te crucifico 
Lo tengo que admitir, hubiera yo también, 
Clavado en esa cruz 
Tus manos mi Jesús, si hubiera estado allí 

Pensándolo más bien también yo estaba allí 
Yo fui él que te escupió, y tu costado hirió 
Pensándolo más bien, 
Yo fui él que coronó de espinas y dolor 
Tu frente buen Señor, también yo estaba allí 

Si hubiera estado allí al pie de aquella cruz 
Oyéndote clamar, al Padre en soledad 
Lo tengo que admitir, te hubiera yo también 
Dejado así morir, mirándote sufrir 

Pensándolo más bien también yo estaba allí 
Yo fui él que te escupió, y tu costado hirió 
Pensándolo más bien, yo fui él que coronó de espinas y dolor 
Tu frente buen señor 
Pensándolo más bien, también yo estaba allí 
Yo fui él que te golpeo, y de ti se burlo 
Pensándolo más bien yo fui él que te azotó
Yo fui quien lancero tu espalda mi Señor 
//También yo estaba allí//

Lourdes

I should talk about Lourdes. I mean, she lost her father just this past February, even after things seemed to be on the up and up. He had thankfully accepted Christ beforehand, but his death left a lot of people in confusion and pain, most especially his two children and wife.

While the mom hasn't been able to come to church, Lourdes has been coming to our pre-teen Bible study that we started in Las Violetas. Andrea and I have the privilege* to pick up (ahem, by walking) Lourdes, Flor and Dara from Las Palmas to el Refugio each Saturday evening. There, we wait for a few of the neighborhood kids to join in our hour-ish of games, a Bible study and snack.

Lourdes is beautiful. She will obviously be one of those girls that will take the breath away of several young men, and she has such a sweet demeanor.

My favorite moment, so far, is when we went to pick her up last week, only to find that she had apparently forgotten our little meeting. She was playing with some of her neighborhood friends with this oversized doll in one hand. When we called her name, she looked over at us, dropped the doll to the ground and came running. She grabbed her Bible, and with a laugh, greeted us with the Argentine kiss on the cheek. "Ready?"

She was hyper tonight, but last week was a little more melancholic. She was sharing with Dara about the loss of her dad and Dara was able to comfort her with Scripture (not bad for a 10 year old), and about mid-week, for Dara's birthday, Lourdes was dancing again.

Tonight she told me how much she enjoys the meetings. With that exaggerated pre-teen vigor she exclaimed how SPECTACULAR and GREAT was every moment. I think she needs good friends, and has been able to find them in our meetings. I pray her mom is able to find the same comfort. Please pray. love and chau!


*Privilege is one of those words that if it weren't for spellcheck, I would ALWAYS misspell. That was random! You probably expected something a little more spiritual. Sorry about that..