The next day was a bummer. One of my recent converts had a baby but it died shortly after so on Saturday they had the funeral and it was just the family, a few friends and 8 of us missionaries. It’s sad to see how poor these people really are. They had found a spot between 2 of the concrete sepulchers and dug a hole and had got a little white coffin. The funeral was just a prayer and then we put the coffin in the ground and sung hymns while me and Morales and another guy filled it in. Once we filled it in we sat around and then all left. There was no marker, no cross, no nothing just a hole filled in. I felt bad for them. Life for the people here is tough. There is not much extra anywhere, it’s crazy to think about. The husband does construction which is a regular job but he probably makes less than 100 cords a day, like 4 dollars. They live in a shack where they cut out a flat spot on a hill. The day before the funeral me and Henriquez were walking and I found 200 cords in the gutter, super crazy. It is like 8 dollars. We were like God gave us this for Bladimir so we gave it to him and were like, “this isn’t from us God wants you to have this cause we found it in the gutter.” He was super grateful. Nicaragua is a tricky place to live.
Peace and Love,