Aggies for Christ

On Tuesday of this week we welcomed a group from Texas A&M University. It's a group of college students who are all part of a bigger group called Aggies for Christ. This campus group literally sends teams of college kids around the world every year to help in any way they can with different church families. Their trips usually last a few weeks and they visit more than one place.

This is the second time we've had a group from A&M here. In 2007 there was a big group that came. That group went to the chácara and helped build a dormitory for the men.

This week we have 7 of these guys here. They've already jumped right in and have worked two days in helping families that are a part of this house church network.

They will be here for about a week and then go to Rio, Natal and Recife in the northern parts of Brasil. They have already been a blessing to this ministry.

Like our brother Everton said yesterday, "These guys like to work."

One negative to having these college kids is they make me realize that time is passing by.

In our minds (mine and Benay's) we still think we aren't too far removed from our college years. I mean besides a lot of gray hairs, we both feel young. I know we have an 18 year old in our house and that should tell our brains that we aren't 20 anymore but we still feel like we are in our 20's.

These guys woke me up yesterday (in a laughing kind of way..........believe me they will pay for that part) to the fact that we are older than our minds and bodies believe.

A couple of these guys started singing the old "Frito Bandito" song. Garrett started smiling because he has heard me sing it for years. I smiled back and said, "see buddy, lots of people know that song." If you have no idea who this little guy is or have forgotten him and his song then you can check it out here.

Political correctness killed him off but you have to admit, it is a catchy tune.

Then it got ugly. The three that we were talking with all said that they heard their parents singing that song. Then the line was crossed when someone said, "that song is old."

I fought it and said the song wasn't old. I began to ask each of them how old their parents were. They're parents are, within a couple of years, the ages of Benay and myself.

Even though I was called old yesterday, these guys have been a blessing to have around. They are already blessing their Brasilian brothers and sisters here.

And besides, age is just a number. Right? Like Satchel Paige said, "How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"