"Se me marco tu numero por equivicación" doesn't have the same ring as "butt dial." But that's where the story starts. We're walking back from the mall at 9pm the other night, and we're almost home as I get a phone call from Silvia, a kind lady whose kids have come to the tutoring/fun group we've had going in Bethania. I found this kind of strange as I had talked to her in the street that afternoon, and there seemed to be no reason for her to be calling me, especially at the hour when most folks are done for the night.
I couldn't understand her very well because the bus and moto noise was sufficiently overpowering. Told her I'd call her when I get back to the house because of the noise. As we approached the apartment, there were Silvia and her daughter, literally running up the road from their house (maybe 1/4 mile away). "You're OK?" she exclaimed. "Yeah, we're fine, just coming back from a date night." I was confused why this was shocking news.
"You called me and all I could hear was the noise of busses and you didn't say anything in response to me, and then you called again and the same things, and I called you back and again all I could hear was the noise on the street and I was worried something had happened and you were calling for help!"
I've butt dialed a lot of people in my day. Never have I received such a caring response from the recipient. My name also starts with "A," not to mention I'm probably at the top of most peoples' recent calls due to how popular I tend to be, so I've listened to my fair share of pants-swishing and background conversation and whatnot. Never have I checked on the caller to see if they're OK, let alone depart from my current activity to tend to them.
We moved to Bethania two weeks ago. We did it for the same reason we moved to Guatemala in the first place, cause that's where God wanted us to go, and he opened the doors to make it clear. Last week, Silvia's kids helped us (incredibly) make 200 plus meatballs with sauce and vegetables to serve at Sigo Vivo. It was an afternoon that confirmed to us why we are living here, because that doesn't happen if we live outside of walking distance. The majority of Guatemalans have a strong aversion to entering Bethania for its reputation of crime and drugs. The majority of mothers have a legitimate concern about their children living in such a place. God has a way of sidestepping the majority by providing mother-like figures to care for His kids...even worry a little too much about a butt dial. We've got a "grandma" here too. Loti, who tends to the gift shop underneath us, always responds to a morning greeting with a cheerful "Dios le bendiga!" (May God bless you!), who was quick to let us know the other afternoon that someone had left the light on outside our front door, and that she had turned it off for us.
"He chose the lowly things of this world, the things that are not, to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast in His presence. It is because of Him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God: our righteousness, holiness, and redemption." Colossians 1:28-30
I couldn't understand her very well because the bus and moto noise was sufficiently overpowering. Told her I'd call her when I get back to the house because of the noise. As we approached the apartment, there were Silvia and her daughter, literally running up the road from their house (maybe 1/4 mile away). "You're OK?" she exclaimed. "Yeah, we're fine, just coming back from a date night." I was confused why this was shocking news.
"You called me and all I could hear was the noise of busses and you didn't say anything in response to me, and then you called again and the same things, and I called you back and again all I could hear was the noise on the street and I was worried something had happened and you were calling for help!"
I've butt dialed a lot of people in my day. Never have I received such a caring response from the recipient. My name also starts with "A," not to mention I'm probably at the top of most peoples' recent calls due to how popular I tend to be, so I've listened to my fair share of pants-swishing and background conversation and whatnot. Never have I checked on the caller to see if they're OK, let alone depart from my current activity to tend to them.
We moved to Bethania two weeks ago. We did it for the same reason we moved to Guatemala in the first place, cause that's where God wanted us to go, and he opened the doors to make it clear. Last week, Silvia's kids helped us (incredibly) make 200 plus meatballs with sauce and vegetables to serve at Sigo Vivo. It was an afternoon that confirmed to us why we are living here, because that doesn't happen if we live outside of walking distance. The majority of Guatemalans have a strong aversion to entering Bethania for its reputation of crime and drugs. The majority of mothers have a legitimate concern about their children living in such a place. God has a way of sidestepping the majority by providing mother-like figures to care for His kids...even worry a little too much about a butt dial. We've got a "grandma" here too. Loti, who tends to the gift shop underneath us, always responds to a morning greeting with a cheerful "Dios le bendiga!" (May God bless you!), who was quick to let us know the other afternoon that someone had left the light on outside our front door, and that she had turned it off for us.
"He chose the lowly things of this world, the things that are not, to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast in His presence. It is because of Him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God: our righteousness, holiness, and redemption." Colossians 1:28-30