Children from a smaller orphanage came over. We had visited these kids last year and celebrated one of the girl's birthday with them.
The Peruvian part of the team started things off with games. They had music playing on the basketball/volleyball court and got the kids running around playing fun games. They used the HGBC parachute and soccer balls as well.
We had a great evening making a sun, moon, and jail bars out of foam board. We discussed several projects that were made later. A shepherd's crook from a candy cane, a backdrop that served as a meadow with a hole for the lost sheep to fall in (complete with a miniature sheep), and also as a lion's den when the grass was folded back and rocks were added. Trudi drove through Burger King and asked for two crowns with her purchase, gold colored foil and plastic jewels made them less commercial. Then there were two soldiers' helmets, a set of angel wings and a sling.
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| Trudi, stop and take a picture! Amy, Catherine, Cynthia, and Dawn with alter egos |
All of these props were put to good use as the group shared the stories of the lost sheep and Daniel and the lions' den with the kids at the orphanage. Lindsey's puppet served as narrator, and Walker, Cynthia, Catherine, Amy, Trudi, and Dawn worked puppets as well. The puppets sang songs before, between, and after the dramas. Jeff was conscripted as the sound man and I lifted the back drop. Trudi handled a puppet and directed the entire show. The puppet team didn't get to do David and Goliath, but Trudi had them ready.
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| Tony, Jeff, and Marika in a cheesy Freddie Kruger moment. (See what I did there?) |
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| Saucy medical team: Michelle and Breckin making meat sauce. |
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| Deborah and Cindy: it takes some sauce to make lasagna. |
In addition, the kids' normal meal procedure - bring you own plate, eat off your own plate, wash your own plate - didn't apply to lasagna. It had to be served on disposable plates. Who knew? Was this some Peruvian culinary rule known only to the man in the red shirt - he wasn't around to ask.
We were there to serve. disposable plates were purchased. David and Pablo rushed to the store to double up on ingredients. Neighbors with ovens were asked if we could rent their oven because the prescribed cooking time was already going to make the on-time lunch crowd wait.
The first five pans went in the orphanage oven -- no kidding it is that big, and it is fast. As we watched and wondered, the sauce started to bubble, the cheese melted, and the top started to brown. I hesitate to describe the smell as heavenly, because I haven't been there yet, and while I'm sure lasagna is on heaven's menu, theologically I have to believe it is better than what our team made. I can't wait to taste that because this was really good!!!
Hoping that we would have enough with the first batch for the on-time crowd, the pans were taken upstairs to serve our guests. The plan was that the US team members would snack on crackers and leftover pizza from our dinner the night before in order that all of the children could get some lasagna.
Spatula sized pieces of lasagna, and a piece of garlic baguette were put on Styrofoam plates, and the children began to enjoy. Their caretakers were served, the Peruvian team members were served, the US team members were served and there was still one untouched pan. It came down to the kitchen while we were preparing the second batch. Everyone had their fill and we had leftovers, and another batch waiting to be cooked. We turned those pans over to the cook so she could put them in the oven for the kids who planned to eat lunch at 4:00 pm.
Shall we call this 'the miracle of the multiplying of the lasagna?' Probably not. There was no scientifically un-explainable expansion of food, we just bought more; I wouldn't describe the guy in the red shirt as an angel, he was more of an nuisance. Perhaps the miracle was that we pressed on and served the people God wanted to bless or that there was enough budget to pay for everything we needed over and above all that we could ask or think.
In the end everyone had a good day. Of course we don't know about the guy in the red shirt, no one ever saw him again. Okay, everyone else had a good day. We got to serve the children and their caretakers; the let us stay at their facility and it was our way of saying thanks.







