A final meal

Our final breakfast together, anyhew.

Inevitably, we slept little last night, preferring instead to serenade each other in the school playground into the early hours. This in itself was a beautiful way to begin to end well.

This morning, drowsy and yet somehow relaxed and excited about God's achievements, we sat down to eat together.

This is nothing new nor profound. We have done this every day for the last 16 days together.

What made today special was that today, we were to prepare our breakfast 'pan' (ham sandwich). As bread was broken, laughter and banter in abundance, and hot sweet tea our morning nectar, I could not help but think of the sacramentality of this moment.

Of broken lives transformed throughout the country.

Of young people on this TUR who have heard their calling.

Of leaders who have worked so hard, and now see this chapter drawing to a close.

Of the 'bread' of the Gospel scattered across the 2600km length of this country (and back again), and of hungry people receiving good news.

As we broke bread together this morning, and celebrated a new dawn - we are celebrating a new dawn in the lives of so many people.

'El tiempo es solo una forma de ordenar los acontecimientos.'

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