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(Tampamolón, San Luis Potosí, Mexico)
The House of Learning
We now resume the telling of the Tale of Kutava, a story of Shliflet
(Continued from Part III)
For the third consecutive evening, I sat by the hearth in a log house in Zefelen to listen to the adventures of Melpalêpsen, who was called ‘Kutava’ in his youth. He and his family had been most hospitable, and I was enjoying the tale immensely, as I hope you are as well.
‘Oh traveller,’ said Melpalêpsen this third night, ‘I fear I am wearying thee with this lengthy story. Wilt thou that I continue? or hast thou need of embarking once again on thy journey?’ I assured him I had nowhere to go, and that I very much wished to hear the rest of his tale.
Well then, if thou wouldest remain, I would fain continue. Where did I end the tale last night? Ah, yes, as we were readying ourselves to cross the Great River, Taeĝan and I.
Now this river is very wide, much wider than the streams of this land, and so wide that a man standing on one of its banks cannot see the other. In Nuĝim then, that morning, we crossed the river on a ferry. It was a lovely spring morning; the birds were singing, and as we neared the opposite shore I spied the trees covered with white sweet-smelling blooms. Of course, nothing in Ĝimlu is so bright and wonderful as the indescribable beauty and splendour of this land, but I was cheered, and my heart was glad.
On the other side of the river was a simple dock, where a small group of people awaited the coming of the ferry. When we landed, we and the few who were with us disembarked from the boat and set off down the road which led to the village of Krotil, only a few leagues thence.
Krotil is a small town, fairly far removed from the rest of Kroatelmia. Most of its goods are imported by shipments along the river, although some farming is done around the town. Although situated in the river valley, Krotil is very close to the great mountains in the south which my people call ‘Kutvête.’ Read More
The Gospel Is For All
Of one the Lord has made the race,
Through one has come the fall;
Where sin has gone must go His grace:
The gospel is for all.
These words written by J. M. McCaleb from a certain hymn ring so true, and all the more to me as I have witnessed the work being done for the Lord in Mexico. This song emphasizes that the saving grace of Jesus Christ is not reserved for us only, but for every single soul on this planet. The second verse reads, Say not the heathen are at home, / Beyond we have no call, / For why should we be blest alone? / The gospel is for all. Even those who have never heard of God must receive the gospel in order to be saved.
We could think of all kinds of things that might present problems to evangelists, whether it be prejudice or distance, but something I have never considered is that of literacy. In this country it’s something we often take for granted, but in Mexico there are many elderly people who have never learned the Spanish language, and accordingly were never taught to read or write. What about these people? Can they become Christians even though they are not able to read God’s Word and probably never will? Read More
Now that's cheesy
Sometimes I wonder about the people who design food packaging. It seems that lately the folks at Frito Lay have gone a bit too far with their Cheetos bags. I could just tell you how utterly cheesy I think it is, but I shall let you judge for yourself; the text from the back of a Cheetos bag has been faithfully reproduced below for your perusal:
What’s a serving?
With Cheetos Brand crunchy snacks, eat 21 – that’s just the right amount for crazy, cheesy fun!
What more can YOU do with 21 Cheetos snacks?
Break them each in half and you have 42. If you eat half of the halves, you are back to 21.
Honestly, who in the world will meticulously count out 21 Cheetos just so they can eat one serving? Who even cares that the serving size is 1 ounce or about 21 Cheetos? Of those who actually do take pains to eat exactly one serving, how many would break all their Cheetos in half just so they could have twice as many?
Maybe they were just trying to be funny, or maybe even intentionally cheesy, but it makes for a very strange and ridiculous Cheeto bag. Come on, Chester! You can do better than that. Even the hoax about the secret recipe being stolen was more interesting than this.
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Huichihuayán, Huehuetlán Municipality
On Tuesday of the week I spent in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, we went to the Cultural Institute for Nahuatl Evangelism (Instituto Cultural Evangelístico Náhuatl), more colloquially known as “the school.” Located in the town of Huichihuayán (wee-chee-wah-YAHN), this is more precisely a preachers training school, where men from all over the Huasteca come to learn how to preach the Gospel and to learn more about God’s Word. In recent years brother José Hernández Félix has been the director, and he has brought about many good things for the school, and accordingly the student body has grown greatly.
The concrete building is well furnished, even with a kitchen where a hired cook fixes the meals for those staying there. The inside of the building is painted a pleasant lime green colour, and as you walk in the door you will find yourself in the main room of the building, alternately used as a classroom and a dining hall. Down the hall are some classrooms and a bathroom. It is really a nice facility, and I am so glad that there is such a work going on in that area to further the kingdom. Read More