PGO retreat

PGO stands for Preparation for Global outreach, only the 'P' is silent. Last weekend was our PGO retreat. The term "retreat" is far beyond misleading. We began by sharing our stories of how we came to know HIM, while eating rice with our hands Indian style. Later that night as a team we went to a local movie theater to share "our story" with anyone who would listen. The outcome was very encouraging. Although nobody made any form of a profession, it was a blessing to begin to see how this team functions.

By the time this was all over, I was tired and very excited to get to bed. However this excitement disappeared when the security guard woke us up and made us move to another place.....immediately. I didn't care I just wanted my precious sleep. We were transferred to another classroom, and to my great surprise a bored student earlier that day had decided to pick his toenails where I was now trying to sleep. I began to brush away about 12 clippings, but with each stroke it seemed the nails would only cling tighter to the stain ridden carpet. I was at a crossroads. "Should I put my bedding down, hoping they don't poke through to my chest? Or should I continue in futility trying to move them?" My body was too tired to continue, so I placed my thin bedding down, and began to sleep.

The next morning we had a gourmet breakfast of peanut butter and jelly burritos. After looking in the box, and finding no utensils, we unanimously decided to use the 10 gifts God gave us (fingers) . Just as we finished making our burritos, we found the forks, knives, and spoons. Stupid stupid stupid. 1 hour later i found myself licking the skin between my thumb and pointer finger, trying to finish up the last remains of jelly residue. mmmmmmm.

This is only the beginning.