Leaving Rancagua

'These drops of water from the sky - that is rain.'

And with the rain came this rainbow.

Rancagua is a place brimming with the energy and delight of children. We have seen hundreds of kids over these past 48 hours, and it has been an absolute pleasure to be here and share this part of the journey.

This may not be a city with pots of gold at the ends of rainbows, but it is a place of big hearts, open homes and family spirit.

The hospitality we have been offered has been humbling. From homemade pizzas the size of table tennis tables, to hot showers and a bed (!), Rancagua has opened hearts and homes to this band of evangelists.

I have been challenged about the inheritance that we leave behind.

Life as hospitable as this is often as fragile as tissue paper.

As thin as the hands of the elderly people of whom I held on our visit to the old people's shelter here. (The similarities with the UK stark, except that these people are so often the forgotten ones of society, as family plays such an important part of society.)

It is as changeable as the dust which has been kicked up be the oncoming storm.

And yet there is great beauty to be found in the people here.

It is also the place where the people on the TURevolucion are finding their feet and their gifting and are growing in confidence (not least of all shown in the number of people who now speak to me in English).

With the wind erasing our footprints in the local sand, we leave behind a legacy for the Rancaguan Methodist Church to continue to develop.

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