Preaching in the mud

Preaching in Cuenca has been a delight. Sometimes it can be somewhat scary, too. Yesterday it rained a lot and thus left a lot of roads full of mud. Today we preached higher up in the mountains where the roads are narrow and full of mud. We had very little to grab a hold of and at one point we had to walk along a cliff. If we took a wrong step, down we would go about a 12-15 foot drop into the running muddy waters. Thanks to Jehovah, we were able to reach and preach to the hand full of homes that were there. Although, the people we found were busy they still accepted the tracts.

It´s a warmer day today. This morning it was somewhat cold, but now it´s around the mid 60´s. The sun is typically very bright around this time of day and we have to use our umbrellas to shade us.

There is a lot of construction going on here just like in the states. Many existing homes are empty as well as the newly built ones. When we are preaching in these areas or just walking by a construction site, the men respond just as disrespectful and many worldly men do in the states. Whistling and making rude remarks. Several times during the week, I will hear men calling out to me whisling trying to get my attention... "Morena... Morena.." The calls sometimes can be nerve racking because they are persistent. I just keep walking and ignore them. One day not too long ago, one guy keep calling out to me all the way down the street. Since I have to pass many of these street several times during the week, I think they are finally getting the hint and the calls are being much less.