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Our First Thursday Activity

We've finally had our first Thursday event after postponing the official start date for nearly 3 months. The idea hit us back in August to include more youth from the church in the work of Laureles by hosting a weekly event open to the entire community of children in the dump. The event is run similar to a Vacation Bible School but parred down to one afternoon with games, bible stories, arts/crafts, singing, praying and a snack. As far as I can tell the event was a smash hit. I got great feedback from both the kids and the youth that came out for the day...hopefully this is the start of something big.

Gleisy & Suriel playing the Spanish version of London Bridge

The kids never really understood the concept of single file, though I doubt in the event of a real bridge collapse people would shuffle along single file either.

Michael just taking it all in...but pleased.

playing next to garbage trucks

The famous Chino

Belinda looks like she can barely hang on to the kids

It was a bit raucous in the church after all that playing but they finally settled down when they heard that there were treats afterwards for those with good behavior.

A little bit of singing...

A little bit bored...

A lot of cookies.

Be praying for us on this one, it has a lot of potential but will take a lot of work to do well. Thanks.


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