Who would have thought that the world as we know it would change in such drastic ways this year; that it would force us to learn new ways of living, serving, and relating.... As you guys may already know, I am a missionary doctor, which means that I have different ways of serving in medicine. I have the opportunity to show Jesus to our patients, the doctor of doctors, and the medicine par excellence of our lives.
During this time of staying home due to the pandemic situation, our Women's Social Work Site has had the opportunity of ministering women through phone Bible Studies. God has been good, and we have witnessed how faith has grown in women's hearts and have enjoyed answers to their prayers.
Like most Latin American cultures, Nicaraguan culture thrives on relationships, meeting together, and greeting each other with a hug and a kiss. Still, throughout this time, we haven’t been able to do any of those things. How do we show the people of the communities how much we love and pray for them? How do we do that when we cannot meet together?
It was a rainy day in February over eight years ago when I made my way back to a dimly lit room in a small house. Dilenia, one of the associates at our Microfinance ministry in the Dominican Republic, had a son whom she wanted me to meet. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I made out her son lying on the bed, and it didn’t take me long to realize that he wasn’t doing well. Frankely was young, only 21 years old, and had been paralyzed in a motorcycle accident six months prior.