Joy in an Indigenous Village
First in the line of vehicles carrying two other groups from the YWAM Boquete base in Panama, we turned in at the sign for Campamento Ngäbe No. 2, and I watched from my perch in the van with curious anticipation as we drove into a grassy wooded area. This “camp” houses indigenous peoples (of the Ngäbe people group) who come down to the area to work on chicken farms. We drove through a stream with children playing nearby in the warm Panamanian sun, and past the barbed wire fence which doubled as a laundry line, finally parking near a long apartment-like, concrete building. We made our way precariously under the fence to the field, which would be our church building that morning, as curious little faces began to appear in our midst. As we scoped out and set boundaries for our dance space, we stomped down clumps of dirt, moved rocks, and took note of the anthill to avoid. You couldn’t help but smile at the statement “this mud puddle will be center.” Oh yes, we were doing this. Stage preparations complete, we turned our attention more fully to the growing cluster of children, now happily playing follow the leader games. Little ones soon found their way into willing arms and laps of the team. Two small rambunctious boys preferred to break up the group rather than join. Jeff, rather than shooing them away, seized the opportunity to show that even mischievous ones with too much energy are to be loved. How sweet it was then, when they later voluntarily sat down with him, knowing they would be accepted. And isn’t that like our heavenly Father? Always willing to be patient with us, always delighting in the pleasure of our company?
“Where are your mommies?” came the question from the pastor as we prepared to start. “Go get your mommies too.” Some pointed to women who had gathered, others ran off to follow the instruction. Soon students from the YWAM team began singing worship songs. By this time, I had a quiet 2 year old on my hip. She was content to stay, rather than sit with the other children, so I held her and sang “grande es tu fidelidad a mi!” Looking back, I am amazed by the blessing that while my limited spanish allowed me to not do much more than ask a name, age, or favorite color, by God’s grace, I could declare “great is your faithfulness to me.” I knew the song because it was one he put on my heart to choreograph as a solo for the trip. So I sang, marveling at his faithfulness to bring me to that place, in that moment, able to sing such truth over the sweet girl nuzzled into my neck.
After some songs and a testimony of God’s healing from one of the YWAM students, we danced, shared more stories of God’s healing, provision, and love, and prayed over the gathering of children, mothers, and even a few men watching from afar. Now if all we did was brighten the day of some children, show love and attention to them and their mothers, and bring food to the families, would it be worth it? Yes. That is what it looks like to be the hands and feet of Jesus. But God is so much bigger. We were also able to pray over these people, and through our movement, declare God ‘s blessings over them. Truths of God’s strength and faithfulness, and the joy, hope, and freedom found in Him, were shown in such a way that will not quickly be forgotten. And we know that God who does exceedingly abundantly more than we can ask or imagine, also did more that day than what we saw.
- Naomi Cedarleaf, Arrows International 2021 Summer Team