Nicaragua Day 6

Time moves slowly here for a number of reasons: Groups take time to rally, gather and go, third world countries move at a glacial pace compared to America, and simply 'manyana'.
With time on my hands I wandered around the Arms of Love compound. Yes, compound. Heavy fencing, an armed guard who walks around with a shotgun, and bars on windows and doors define it. The Arms of Love compound houses and feeds orphans. Clean and neat buildings dot the area, with adults and children sharing chores. Walking around the Center I noticed a column of ants ( I told you it was slow). They carried leaves to an anthill. Curious, I stepped off the distance they worked and it was over 280 feet! We could learn about working from the ants. Word search 'ant' in Proverbs.
We drove back to Hogar de Gloria and the bus driver is clueless when it comes to mud. He approaches the entry along the shoulder and tries to cut up the hill, almost tipping the bus over and getting stuck in the mud. No talking to him. We all lean right and hope for the best. All he needs to do is go wide and turn in straighter. Eventually he gets in and probably pats himself on the back for his prowess as a driver.
The men gathered and worked on burning the paint off the 'new' grill, made from a thirty gallon drum. Once we got it going the locals took over (with Judy) and grilled chicken, beef, and cheerezos, an over sized sausage looking thing with pork, onion, chiles and garlic. Very tasty! Bob lathered sauce on the chicken with a strip of cardboard. The flies were everywhere, apparently from the rains.
We attended the service at La Roca. For those of you whose Spanish is worse than mine, it means the Rock. Wonder of wonders, the place was nicer than any other third world church I've attended. Theater seating for six hundred (I counted), a stage, four actual drums that worked, a few guitars and a synthesizer. The service started promptly at four o'clock. Okay, maybe not. But it did eventually start.
The worship was passionate and even though I couldn't understand the language, I got caught up in it. We sang, played and jumped, shaking the gates of heaven.
A woman guest speaker preached, and through an interpreter (very nice, thank you)we heard about the sower and the seed. She tied in her personal story of sexual abuse and pain through her childhood. Very moving! A short three hours later and the service ended. These people don't have to run home for NASCAR, football or their WII games. Back to the center and Eddie form Orphan Network shared his vision for the 2,500 children (so far) under their care. More inspiration! Hence, I'm finishing this blog at midnight. Sleep is for the weak, right?