Sibal is the village where Pablo is the official Pastor for a 5 year period. Pastors often have many churches and small congregations to pastor, and must travel from place to place. He and Jan spend time there, especially for holidays, like Easter. We spent the last 3 days there for some Holy Week activities.
Sibal is 3 hours from Ocosingo, up, and then down, down a winding, narrow, 2 lane highway where the brush over grows the road and people drive On the wrong side of the road in order to straighten out the curves. The last 2 hours is on a one lane gravel, bone jarring, head whipping road. It is in the lowland, in the selva, and is usually hot country. However, it rained and was very cold for 2 of the days! We hunkered down, read, watched TV and wrapped ourselves in blankets, trying to stay warm. We did not bring anything for the cold.
But Sibal now has a satellite for WiFi, amazingly! However, there is no cell service, and only one phone in town, at the one and only little tienda. If a person receives a call, a loud speaker announces the persons name and they come from their home to the store. There are chickens and pigs and horses and cows in everyone's yard and strolling the dirt paths.
Other idiosyncrasies about Sibal: there is hot water in the outdoor shower, but the water to all faucets, toilets, and shower is only turned on in the morning and evening for a few hours. Other times of day, there is NO water. My bed was a wood frame and the slats did Not conform to my body. There were plenty of blankets! And there were lots of mosquitoes! I prayed that none carried dengue, Chikunguna, malaria, or Zika!
The church brothers (there are no women elders) are very polite, and take good care of us. They enjoy Pablo's company and his counsel. They plan and talk in Tzeltal and laugh heartily, hooting all the while.
Music plays over the loud speaker to call the people to church. Nice touch.
We made a campfire right outside our door and we laughed and talked some more. I didn't understand a thing, but the intent, along with peace and beauty of the place and the moment, was evident. The moon came out and gave us hope that the new day would be clear for the all church event early in the morning.
This morning the sun came up brilliantly, and the day was exquisite! The event was on! The whole church, maybe 100 people, piled into the back of trucks for the 15 minute ride thru the jungle to a lagoon, newly accessible by a gravel road laid just last year. Prior to that this whole area and the lagoon was on,y accessible by foot or horseback, or canoe on some small waterways opening to the lake. The road ended at the lake, a stunning beauty surrounded by trees and brush, with islands that are un developed ruins.
They had made a small clearing, built long benches, and carried chairs. We had a wonderful devotional service with prayer,
songs, and a message by Pablo. The sun, the surroundings and the worship was overwhelming, especially knowing this was my final place for this visit. I cried. It is very hard to leave. One of the brothers has a row boat
and paddled several of us around the lake and onto the islands. Really nice. I really wanted to swim, but none of the Tzeltal people were swimming, so I refrained.
The event ended with everyone bringing lunch and eating there in the woods: tamales, empanadas, chicken, etc.
An unbelievable, stirring day. I'll be heading home tomorrow. I have slept in 7 different locations, making a move 11 times while in Chiapas. Tomorrow I will sleep in one more bed before heading "home", first to sleep at my daughter's and then to sleep in my bed at Joy's house! I am still homeless..... Thank God for friends and family.







































































