Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Good News About My Little Buddy Jason

Last Friday, I went and visited Jason in the hospital and he told me that two more weeks of boredom was in store for him. He seemed really well…In fact, after the way that he was just 6 days previously, I am amazed at how God could take such a boy and put a fixin’ on him like that. Not too tough of a job for the God that created Jason in the first place, among a few other things…

Today, I went to Huilkarpay. This is the community that Jason is from. Each Tuesday a small group of volunteers go and work with the kids from Huilkarpay. We do any number of activities that are designed to develop relationships with the kids and their families.

As we arrived this morning and began to round up the kids, Tito, with an excitement in his voice, screamed out, “Jason esta en casa.” I asked him to repeat what he said to which he confirmed that Jason was in fact, home. On my way to the last house on the left, which is Jason’s, I saw what Tito was talking about. My little buddy had come home from the hospital. Oh man was I excited!

My plan for the day was to have all the kids in the community sign the soccer ball that I brought. Then I was going to take it to Jason in the hospital tomorrow. I figured that would be some good medicine and motivation for him to get better-He had a new soccer ball to break in…what else would get a kid out of the hospital?

Well I told Jason that he missed out on the soccer ball because he came home too soon…With the universal wink wink that let him know I was just joking with him, I gave him a big hug and let him know that it must have been all those people praying for him that got him well so fast. He knows that hundreds of people were praying for him and will continue to do so.

As the Jason saga continues, please keep my little buddy in your prayers. God must have a plan for him as God keeps on putting Jason back in to the game. At this point, I am waiting for the dad to give me a call and go visit with the doctor about the diagnosis and treatment. Pray that the symptoms and residuals from the seizures and infection will go away and Jason will be back to 100%.

Thanks for your prayers and petitions for this little guy. My hope is that Jason will realize that God does have a plan for him and that life can be filled with all sorts of joy. Pray and don’t stop!


Friday, February 24, 2012

Update on My little buddy Jason…

Many of you have been lifting up my little buddy Jason in prayer over the past few days. I went and visited him again today and was so encouraged. This time, I went into the hospital and right there in the same place as last time, Jason was sitting up in bed, huddled around another little patient, Marisol, watching a movie on the little portable DVD player that Kayle and Emma let him borrow. His little face lit up as I hollered his name across the rather institutional pediatric ward. Some pics of the nasty hospital included...

The update is this: Jason has been given a diagnosis of epilepsy, he had a bout of viral encephalitis, sepsis A(not sure what that is, but it was pulmonary in nature), he had pneumonia, and most concerning, some paralysis on his left side. Jason is a fighter and I have not doubts that if anyone can beat the odds it will be Jason. He has already laughed leukemia out of his life with a bout of it about 3 years ago. He spent one year in the same terrible hospital to fight that one.

So I was super encouraged at his progress. It sounds like he has a few more days’ minimum in the hospital. However, because of the epilepsy, he may be dealing with medicine for the rest of his life. This scares me a bit as I know how much the meds are to keep that controlled. If it comes down to having to buy the meds, the family will just do without. That is the way people work here in Peru. I am not sure if the epilepsy is here to stay, but if you can pray that it goes away, that would be awesome.

As far as the paralysis, I am a bit concerned about that as well. Jason does not appear to have any paralysis, but I do notice that his speech is a bit slurred. He and I looked at pictures of all of the kids from his community and he had a hard time recognizing some of them. Especially, some that he knows really well. This is a good place to pray specifically that his cognitive skills get back to normal and the paralysis goes away.

Today while I was visiting Jason, a couple of conservatively dressed ladies with magazines walked into the hospital to obviously talk with the unsupervised kids. I initially thought that the “JW’s” were going to try to share their religion with the kids. Not my Jason! I stepped in to waste their time and found out that they were Christians from a local Pentecostal church and that they were taking orders right out of the bible to visit the sick. What a blessing! The three ladies and I prayed with Jason. I love listening to the faith that the Peruvian people pray with. They put a lot of expectation on God….What faith!

Just a week ago, I thought Jason was a gonner. Now I am encouraged that I will be able to play soccer with him again. He is ready to play! He told me that his time in the hospital was training for soccer. It just makes him tougher. I love this little guy and his attitude. Please continue to pray for him and his family. Pray that he would make a direct correlation to the hundreds of people praying for him and the time frame of his recovery. Gracias a Dios!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Is that my mom's underwear?

Is That My Mom’s Underwear?

My parents and brother were able to come to Cusco on a recent trip. One hope that I had was that they would be able to bring down some or all of the motorcycle gear that was graciously donated by Western Power Sports of Boise Idaho. Craig at WPS put together a tall order for us which provides the necessary riding gear to operate MotoMission. In fact, he filled our order and then some. Thanks Craig! I cannot tell you what a blessing you have been.

An interesting thing happened as my parents began receiving box after box of motorcycle gear at their office. It was a lot of stuff. We had talked about them bringing down a few things. It turned out that a full room in their house was designated as the “packing room” in order to be able to fit the piles of gear into their limited suitcase space. Well, my folks were able to pack enough gear for an army. With a little of my suggestive help, we prioritized the needs, made a list and filled the order. In fact, they were able to get all of the high priority items in the suitcases. What a blessing! However, that was not the end of the story.

They each were able to bring two suitcases of 50 pounds each plus a carry-on. No big deal you might think. When you fill your suitcases with nearly 50 pounds each of motorcycle riding gear, it leaves little space for personal items such as their own clothes. So, spread throughout was a plethora of clothing items strategically placed in every nook and cranny of every motorcycle boot, helmet, box, and bag. What a blessing it is to receive this incredible gift. Thanks to all of those who helped in the process. Mom, Dad, Brother Bud, Craig and staff at WPS, and all those people that had to transport those heavy bags from place to place.

SO my disclaimer is this-If you book a tour with MotoMission, know that we cannot be held liable for the shock of finding my mother’s underwear in the bottom of your boot.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Prayer for my little buddy Jason

My heart is overwhelmed as I write. I just visited a young boy named Jason, who has been in the hospital now for almost 4 weeks. It started with an infection that spread to his brain and his stomach. He is 10 years old and is 100% boy. Jason and his family live in Huilkarpay, which is one of the communities that our family visits each week to develop relationships and connect with the community. Jason has a younger brother, Antauro, who is a “godson” to us. Many of you may have read a previous post about me getting to cut Antauro’s hair for the first time. This is all the same family.

As I went to the hospital yesterday, I walked in during visiting hours and into the pediatric ward. This hospital is just what you might expect in a 3rd world country that values other things than cleanliness in their government hospitals. The place is riddled with rickety old beds, pale green and peach tile, peeling paint, rusty rooftops, and broken windows. This is not the place of choice for most, but for many, this is the best they can afford.

When I entered, there were no nurses to be found. It was visiting hours and thus there were some other people around, but my little buddy was not in any of the beds. It had been a few days since I last visited and was not sure of his status, but as I scanned back and forth over the beds, with each little brown haired child I did not recognize, my heart sunk a little bit deeper.

As there were no nurses, I decided to go and find a registration booth or someone that might be able to tell me where my little buddy was. I wandered the hospital never to find anyone with information. I decided to return to the pediatric ward and get to point of finding Jason.

I reentered the ward, and through a doorway labled “Visitors Prohibited”, I saw Iliana, the mother of Jason, lift her head and turn my way. She appeared to have just run a marathon with her children on her back. Her eyes were worn without sleep, stress filled her entire countenance, and her body language was that of utter exhaustion. However, from my standpoint, I knew that Jason was still there, alive, but not sure how close he was teetering to the alternative. I ventured towards the entrance to the door in which I was not to pass and began a conversation with Iliana.

I was able to glean as much information as I could through the Quechua/Spanish words she was using. I gathered that Jason was better, but now was in tremendous pain and the hospital staff was unable to figure out the cause of the problem nor could they do much with the pain. It was ripping Iliana’s heart right from her sternum. As I laid my eyes on Jason, my heart began to tear as well.

I was able to have somewhat of a conversation with Jason. He is alert, but in so much pain that he can hardly concentrate on anything but the pain. This is a tough little kid…I have seen him get pounded by a bigger kid on the soccer field and get up like nothing happened. If he is hurting this bad, it must be incredible pain. When I asked him how he was doing he told said, “bien.”

Well, I can clearly see that physically he is not OK. As I sat there talking with him and rubbing his head, I struggled to understand all the reasons that this has to happen to my little friend. We often hear about bad things happening to good people. It is a common question we get in our café when we are talking with people. How can such a loving God do this to His people? Why would God allow this to happen?

I have to admit, that I need to check myself often when things happen. What a blessed thing God has done in giving me the choice to make any and every situation a good or a bad situation. I know that God’s name can and will be praised through this ordeal. I am not sure how it will all work out at the moment, but if I seek to reach this family through prayer, support, and most importantly love, God’s name will be praised. We are here for His purpose even when it sometimes strays from our desires. God is in control. What peace we can take from knowing that He is in charge.

I know that many of you that read these posts of ours continue to pray for us. In this case, I am asking for you to please lift up my little buddy Jason. Pray that he would come to know Jesus in a real and tangible way. Pray that Jason would give up all of his control to the One who created him, regardless of his earthly physical issues. He is a blessing to my life and many around him. It would be great to surround this little guy with fervent prayer of intercession on his behalf. Thank you for praying…Many blessings…Scott