As I stepped out our front door I heard a strange “whirring” sound, kind of like a long necklace was slipping over a metal shelf. I stepped away from the sound and looked around. There was a snake poised to strike, at my head level, and the end of his tail was vibrating wildly against the metal shelf he was lying on.

My body catapulted into “fight or flight” mode as my heart rate leapt from 60 to 140. I managed to stay in control of myself and stared at the snake, wondering what to do. We stared at each other. I could sense it had an attitude. Maybe he thought this was a turf war? He definitely looked like he was going to jump at me. I decided to catch the snake to show the girls when they get home.

Some boys were playing soccer nearby. They were eager to help. They were all convinced this was a very poisonous snake, the kind that kills people. We armed ourselves with shovels, hoes and sticks. I was going to put it in a tub but I couldn’t pin it down. Then he started lunging at us. He was over 7 feet long (2m 20cm). He could jump a surprisingly long way. And he was fast at regrouping. He struck my jeans with one lunge, and just missed another kid with another. I gave the permission.

We all stared at the snake for awhile, still flipping around but with a severely broken neck.

Then I had a good idea. “Let’s bury it in that hole. It will become fertilizer for the mango tree I am going to plant there.”

“Oh no, you have to burn it.”

“Otherwise it will come back.”

“And it will bring it’s mom back with it.”

“Yep. It will bring it’s mom back.”

They all nodded their heads, looking at me with wonder for not knowing such an obvious fact.

“And the mom will bring other snakes. This place will become over run with snakes. You don’t want that.”

We all considered that grave possibility, looking around the yard to see if it might be happening already.

“You have to burn it to get rid of it’s smell, so it’s mom won’t be able to find it.”

I gave in again.

These boys are very proud to be able to help a dense foreigner like me in areas like this where they are experts and I am the learner. I look forward to they day they are the missionaries.

It turns out this is one of the killer snakes of the Amazon. I was glad it didn’t strike me on the head as I walked out the door. And I really don’t want to meet it’s mom!

Hi Everyone,

Deanna and the team arrived safely in Altamira at about 6:00 a.m. this morning, after a 26 hour trip. Thank you for your prayers. Rick.

Hi. Deanna and the group are on their way again, already past Pacajá! It sounds like they will go through the night, or as far as possible. They already had to get out and push their bus through another hole but everyone is doing well and they are very happy to be on the moving bus. It is 11:20 p.m. here now.

Deanna asks for prayer. The 29 person youth group left Marabá in a bus this morning at 4 a.m., heading over the Trans-Amazon Hyway to Altamira for a conference. At noon they hit a huge mud hole. Traffic was way backed up. When it finally became their turn, the road closed all together. Tractors have been working all afternoon to clear the road, but as of 7 p.m. our time our group was still waiting in a bar alongside the road. They are hoping the bus will get through soon and the holes ahead will not be so severe.

If the road does not open soon the group will have to walk back through the big mud hole and spend the night in the stuck bus. Not too fun. If it does open up they will be able to sleep as the bus continues on. Except they have heard there is another big hole the other side of Pacajá. If the traffic is flowing the road from Pacajá to Altamira will take about 8 hours with this bus. That would be a best case scenario, so lets pray for that.

“Lord, please let the bus show up. Now. And let them be able to drive all the way from there to Altamira without getting stuck again. Thank-you.”

Twenty nine people plus the driver and his helper piled into the bus this morning at 4:00 a.m. and headed out towards Altamira for a Conference. The excitement level was very high. Many of these youth have not even been across town. Ivanildo says “They are like chicks still inside their eggshell”.

The driver just drove this stretch of road on Monday. It took him 19 hours. Most of the road was dry but very rough, and one place he had to wait two hours while the tractors pulled vehicles through a huge mud hole. I asked him about the risk of bandits. “There is no problem right now. The police killed a whole pile of them…(he tried to count up in his mind just how many robbers the police killed but came back to his original phrase, ‘um bocada’ – a whole pile)”. So I don’t know if that is good news or not, but it is what it is and everyone felt better about bringing their cell phones and cameras.

I realized as my family all drove away with the rest of our church leaders just how rarely I am the one staying home. It feels kind of good, as long as they don’t get into a “situation”. Sometimes it feels like we are living along the edge of a disaster, but it always works out well. I am so glad we have a living God who watches us carefully. “Oh God, please bless them on this journey and let them return home safely”.

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The Wilson family is eager to really get started planting churches in the Pacajá Region.

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Thursday night we have house meetings. Watching Luana and Anni and Olivia lead a group of neighbours is a great highlight for everyone. Two weeks ago they gave the challenge, “Let’s everyone do acts of kindness in Jesus’ name this week, without talking about God. We’ll live the gospel. Then let’s talk about it next week.”

The next week Luana said, “I passed a girl I on the road I fought with a year ago. (This would have been a physical fight.) I thought, ‘Oh no, God, I am not talking to her. She hates me.’ Then I saw her again, later the same day. I thought, ‘I haven’t seen her in a year. God must really want me to talk to her.’ So I worked up all my courage, said a prayer and went over to the girl, ‘I am really sorry about that fight we got into last year.’ The girl started talking to me, and she was all friendly.” These are big steps forward for new believers.

Last week the question was, “Why do you come to church?” One girl shared, “I come to church because it seems like every week the pastor is speaking right to me. It is exactly what I need to hear. I feel like God is talking to me through the sermons.”

Emma, age 15, helps at another group, with Adriana, Sami and some of the youth. Somebody off the street with a can a beer and a cigarette walked over to join the group. As they got into a discussion about the study this fellow says, “I spent nine months in jail. I read the Bible from cover to cover. I know all about what it says. Did you know that when Jesus was on the cross he was between a murderer and a thief? The murderer was forgiven, but not the thief. Thieves cannot be forgiven.” The hackles came up on the back of everyone’s neck as they started to defend their faith. Emma was pumped when she came home, telling the stories over and over.

If you want to get pumped, listen to this 30 minute sermon to learn how. This talk was given by a pastor in Boston in 2007. Click on the link below.

The Stakes of Crossing or Not Crossing The Moat – by Dave Schmelzer

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