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My first trip to the tribe did not disappoint.\u00a0 It had all the elements a true adventure requires.\u00a0 For the first part of the trip we headed down to the coast on the windiest roads I have ever experienced.\u00a0 We passed semis, hoping that their blinker (which tells us nothing is coming our way) was accurate.\u00a0 We climbed 3,000 feet, only then to drop 9,000 until we reached sea level.\u00a0 Once we reached Mazatlan, we stopped for few days so that my co-worker Rachel could run in a half-marathon she had been training for.\u00a0 We suffered greatly during these two days, eating shrimp, collecting shells, and jumping in the waves.<\/p>\n
A few days later we climbed another 5,000 feet.\u00a0 Chip bags exploded and a jar of honey in the truck popped its seal only to re-seal itself moments later.\u00a0 Passengers turned green.\u00a0 As we hit the cattle trail that takes us to the village, we reached impassible clay-filled spots were we slid down passage ways we had just tried to get up.\u00a0 We got out of the vehicle and played in the mud, filling the road with rocks and twigs, attempting to create something for the tires to grip to.\u00a0 After many futile attempts, we journeyed 2 hours back to the nearest town, where we stayed for a few days while the roads \u201cdried out.\u201d\u00a0 Soon we were at it again, bumping and jarring our way up the mountain trail.\u00a0 With more slipping and sliding than I normally like to do on roads with no guard rails, we chugged our\u00a0way up.\u00a0 Thank you to your prayers we made it safely there, going the last 60 miles in roughly 7 hours.\u00a0 Another \u201cadventure\u201d we faced was that Tasha injured her back on the trip and was laid up for almost our entire time there.\u00a0 She has, thankfully, recovered and is back on her feet.<\/p>\n
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Meeting the Nahuatl \u00a0is being built!\u00a0 I could see the stone foundation peeking up from the ground and piles of bricks, ready to be laid.\u00a0 By our next trip the walls should be finished and ready for a roof.\u00a0 As we got closer, several of the Nahuatl came close to the truck and greeted my co-workers, who they\u2019ve met before.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t wait to meet some of them myself.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t help thinking that someday I will make a trip in to the tribe, and on the way to my house will greet many of these people as brother and sister in Christ.\u00a0 Pray to that end.\u00a0 There is a great deal to be done.<\/p>\n \u00a0I\u2019m Sorry\u2026the Weekend Has Been Cancelled I Recognize the Mule After classes were done each day, I got the chance to explore the village a bit and go visiting with Sarah and Rachel.\u00a0 We met with some of the village ladies and tried to forge new relationships.\u00a0 My co-workers were busy getting language recordings and picking up on greetings like \u201cQuinantitanes\u201d or \u201cGood Morning.\u201d\u00a0 What a job they have ahead of them.\u00a0 There are several ladies who have married into the Nahuatl community but speak only Spanish in the home.\u00a0 It is good to know that even though I will not be learning the language at first, I still have many ministry opportunities.\u00a0 We spent a great deal of time in the evenings under the Coleman lantern, discussing what we were hearing and seeing of the culture. \u00a0One teammate recounted that as she showed an elderly woman a picture from their last trip, the Nahuatl lady had commented, \u201cHey, I think that\u2019s my grandson\u2026I recognize the mule.\u201d\u00a0 What adventures in figuring out the culture lie ahead of us!<\/p>\n A Voice Heard in Every Language Katie Moore: Your Ambassador to the Nahuatl People On the Road Again\u2026I Don\u2019t Ever Wanna Be on the Road\u00a0 Again My first trip to the tribe did not disappoint.\u00a0 It had all the elements a true adventure requires.\u00a0 For the first part of the trip we headed down to the coast on the windiest roads […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":331,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-84","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-ministry","7":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/331"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/em><\/strong>When we pulled around one curve in the road, the team pointed out to me the spot across the canyon where my house<\/p>\n![\"One](\"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/files\/2010\/01\/people1-150x150.jpg\")
\n<\/em><\/strong>Our expected two weeks in the tribe had been thrown off by the road conditions, so we arrived on Thursday as the sun as setting and pitched our tents. \u00a0The next day we learned that the national school teachers there were taking off for an early Christmas break.\u00a0 One of the teachers volunteered his classroom to me and my students, which was a great blessing.\u00a0 We spent that day unloading the truck and getting our act together and then classes began on Saturday! \u00a0I was a very popular teacher at that moment, but we pressed ahead with Christmas break in view.<\/p>\n
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\n<\/em><\/strong>While we were in the tribe, my students and I did a unit on astronomy.\u00a0 We took our camp chairs outside at nights an![\"people2\"](\"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/files\/2010\/01\/people2-150x150.jpg\")
gazed up on the stars and planets we had been studying in class.\u00a0 The Bible says that there is no language where the voice of the stars is not heard.\u00a0 Even now the Nahuatl must know in their hearts that a powerful creator exists and we long for the day when we can tell them about their Father and how he longs to have relationship with them.\u00a0 The Psalms also say that any man who leads another to righteousness shines in the heavens like a star forever.\u00a0 What a testimony to us as well of our responsibility and the faithfulness of those who have come before us.\u00a0 Please pray that we would be faithful in our job of taking the gospel to the Nahuatl.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"