Rachel Chapman a servant of the Living God 
Last game for the evening
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Volleyball
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Saturday, January 21st, 2012A New Day
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Sunday, January 1st, 2012
“May you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is.
May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.
Now all glory to God, who is able, through His mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.
Glory to Him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen.”
Ephesians 3:18-21
Home Sweet Home
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Saturday, December 17th, 2011
Almost home
This is our home in our little village at the edge of a mesa. This is the first glimpse of the village from the road as we travel in. After 5.5 hours of a very bumpy, bouncy ride it’s a site for sore eyes!
A Time of Refreshment
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Monday, September 26th, 2011These last two months in the US and Canada have been a wonderful time of rest and rejuvenation. I was able to spend 5 days in the mountains of Colorado with my brother, Josh, and some other friends.
Hiking Conejos Peak, Colorado
I celebrated the marriage of one of my cousins.
Congratulations, guys!
And, spend time with my aunts
On our way to paintball
and uncles
Sharing a Goog - a famous Winnipeg icecream concoction
and cousins.
This is only about half of us!!
I have also enjoyed spending time with ministry supporters and friends
Friends and future missionaries!
and have had opportunities to share about the Nahuatl in Mexico.
Cousins' homeschool Bible, Geography, and Social Studies Class all wrapped into one!
It’s been wonderful. But, I’m looking forward to getting back!
The Kitchen
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Wednesday, April 28th, 2010One of the elements of the Holy Week festival in the ceremonial center is food. Within about 10 minutes of arriving in town, a young man about 20 came and offered us food. He escorted us to one of the two “cocinas” set up in the main area of town. His father, we learned, was one of two that had the privilege of providing food for the festival goers for the 4-day festival.
The kitchen was a roof with 4 half-walls chest high. There was one entrance. In the middle was a raised work area knee high made of adobe.
the kitchen
In the far corner was a stove.
the stove
This stove is similar to what the people use to cook in their homes. It is heated by a fire under the metal discs. The fire is fed through a hole in the wall from the outside. They cook their tortillas directly on the discs and sit their pots of beans on the discs to heat and cook. People usually only have one metal disc on their stoves in their homes.
In the other corner on the far wall was a corn grinder. This is the first grinding the corn gets on it’s way to become a tortilla.
The corn grinder
Serving Pots and Eating Bowls - no utensils. You use your tortilla to get the beans to your mouth. 
These are the pots/serving bowls that the beans were served in. We grabbed a small clay bowl and filled them up with beans. We grabbed a pinch of salt sitting that was sitting in a bag on the raised work space. Then, we heated a couple tortillas up on the metal disc stove and “Bon appetit!”
Progression
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Saturday, April 10th, 2010
The beginning - November
December
December - halfway finished with the foundation
January - first few rows of adobe
February - several walls fell as a result of extraordinary rains
February - a few more rows
March - beginning of work trip
March - end of work trip
end of March- removing the forms from the bond-beam
Now, we’re all ready to put our roof on and pour our concrete floors. As soon as that is done, we will move in!
Cuties
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Wednesday, March 10th, 2010Some of the cute kids of our village…
2nd Time’s a Charm
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Monday, January 4th, 2010We have the distinction of having the worst road of all the places where our organization works in Mexico. We travel 63 miles and it takes between 6-8 hours.
This last trip we weren’t able to get in on the first try. Two and a half hours into the trip, we descend into a valley, cross the river and then climb up the other side of the mountain. Well, as we began to descend, it began to rain quite steadily.
Uh-oh... steady rain + dirt road = MUD
We noticed that the river was a little higher than normal, but nothing we couldn’t cross. But, then as we started up the other side we had problems. We were loaded down with materials for building and all of our camping stuff for 2 weeks. The rain had made the road extremely muddy and we weren’t able to make it up the hill.
This is the hill we couldn't get up. This picture does not accurately convey the mud or the slope.
After several tries we backed down the hill and got out to fill the road with rocks and small branches for traction.
Trying to create traction
After an hour of playing in the mud, our efforts had no effect. We still couldn’t make it up the hill. So, we turned back to the coast to wait for the roads to “dry out” a bit.
We waited two days and tried again. We battled again at the same hill, but this time we were able to make it all the way up and eventually to the village.
Another picture of the mud!
A post from my partner, Katie
Posted by Rachel Chapman on Friday, October 30th, 2009This is a bit of what’s happening in the life of my partner, Katie. She teaches school to the kids on the team. She has 4 elementary kids in 4 different grades! I’m glad I’m not her! She does a great job.
Last Friday as the team returned from our first field trip, I was in high spirits and showing off a bit for the kids. =) They had found an abandoned soda bottle in the street, with the cap still on and some liquid still sloshing around inside. Being of sound scientific minds, they were attempting to place it in the street precisely so a car would run over it and “explode” it. Being an encourager of scientific minds, I decided to help them out. “You wanna watch it blow up?” I asked. I pointed the neck of the bottle at the yelling kids, ran towards them, and jumped with all I’ve got. It didn’t spray pop all over as I thought, but instead rolled like a log, launched me in the air, and landed me on my…pride. As I attempt to 
type this with a cast on my right arm and elbow, you can guess how the story ended. Funny bone, indeed.
Please pray for me as I recover, ask for lots of help doing dorky things like opening the peanut butter and writing on the board, and in general try to teach school one handed.
