Well another week in paradise for yours truly, the Elders of Cojutepeque. And not only because we literally have a little pueblo in our area called Paraiso. We have been on that grind this week, preaching, teaching, herding goats and cows in the streets, sweating stains into our shirts, hiking through jungles, and using silly putty and card houses to teach about the gospel. So its been pretty cool. We had elections down here this week too, which is pretty fun. Nayib Bukele is our new president. He's a G and definitely had my vote. Also my companion unfortunately started the rumor that I am Donald Trump's nephew. From what I can tell only one guy believes it. We didn't eat anything too weird this week, we actually have a Little Caesar's and a Burger King. Normally we stick with chicken, papas fritas, and tortillas. Its a pretty sweet life.
Now to explain the title, being down here in El Salvador, one of the first things you learn is how much the people love Classic Rock. . . that and fireworks. Salvadoranos are a people of 80s music and blowing things up all night long. But along the lines of the music preferences, one of the most popular songs in the street, and one of my most favorite from back home is this one. "Every Rose has its Thorn." I always thought it was pretty cute and the only song I have heard better is the latino remix of "I Will Always Love You," by Whitney Houston. But I swear we don't just go around listening to the music blasting from the buses. Just this week I figured we'd use one song as an example, but you already know we have to get deep with it so we're gonna flip it around and say that every thorn has its rose. Sometimes we end up in some sketchy areas, or meet someone that's really sick, or get stranded because the buses change during elections. But always we find that one awesome family, get to see someone recover with just faith and prayers, or run into crazy people who invite you over to eat macaroni because you were making the 45 minute jungle hike back home with no transportation. Point is, it always works out. All these thorns got roses, we just gotta look a lil harder. So when you drop your pupusa and the dogs eat it before the 5 second rule even comes into play, or when your chancla breaks, or when you have a giant mosquito bite on your forehead, look for the roses. Cuz they are always there. God gave us our fair share of thorns too, but vale la pena, we got some pretty sweet roses. Hope everyone had a great week, thanks for all the love.
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