Rear-ending a Donkey and Children's Church in a cemetary

Today I just got back from a 7 hour trip to a village called, San Jose Ixtapan. It is an indigenous village and the primary language is Chatino. I was part of a ministry team that went to this particular village to help minister to the growing church, which is pastored by a graduate of the bible school (here at the base).
The trip during raining season can be anywhere from 6 up to 8 hours of grueling driving conditions with only a few kilometers of paved or gravel roads. The rest my dear friends is a treacherous, rocky, and sometime rain-washed out path. The road was nothing short of causing a concussion and motion sickness. The only reason why we even braved the roads was because of the new believers waiting to be baptized and hungry to hear rudimentary teachings of the Bible that we had to offer.
As all 10 (three riding shotgun, four crammed in the backseat, and three poor unfortunate souls in the camper) of us climbed into the 2500 Sierra GMC extended cab truck, we all dreaded the rough road that lay ahead in the next several hours. About 15 minutes into the drive, as I was recovering from a yawn, I opened my eyes to see two kamikaze donkeys laying ambush on us. The guy driving (Gerardo) did not swerve did not even slow down, he just plowed into the backside of the poor beast, thereby maiming him and we drove off (with almost everyone having soiled their underpants) leaving the now maimed donkey strewn in the middle of the street. The truck was okay just knocked the headlight loose, which is more than I can say for the rear-ended donkey.
After several hours of riding up and over the mountains the GMC decided to take a breather and consequently throw-up transmission fluid all over the side of the mountain. It was then that as the fellas were looking into the truck trouble, one of the girls was going to hop out and assist them. Upon which she hopped out and right into a ginormous ditch. Everyone rushed out, flash lights blazing only to find the poor little wretch four feet down, curled in fetal position amongst jagged and savage looking rocks. She had the wind knocked out of her and was either mumbling that she couldn’t or wouldn’t move.
At about this time, around 9pm, we find ourselves, stuck on the backside of nowhere, in pitch blackness except for our truck lights, with a defunct truck, in extremely cold weather (well... comparatively to the coast), and now a possibly seriously injured young girl. Then by the providence of God two vehicles were passing, which is highly rare for this time of night n this remote area because of bandits. With the fallen girl being okay, the owner of one of the vehicles helps us move over to the side of the road and the other just so happens to be Christian and is willing to take the females and a few of the younger guys to the nearest town to where we just so happened to know a Christian mechanic. The girls and I are sent to a neighboring Chrisitian lady’s house as the mechanic mysteriously pops out right as we are pulling up. The mechanic and young guys head back to the truck and we are sent to a nice warm house to bed down for the night.
In the morning at 5:30am we head off for Ixtapan (which is still two hours away) with the now repaired GMC. We arrive explaining the previous night’s adventures and head off to the first special church service. I helped the worship band by singing. The Lord also gave me a prophetic song in Spanish about the river of God, which would wash away the stain of sin and take away the sting of death and bring forgiveness, new life, healing and liberty. It was almost two hours of amazing worship as the passionate congregation relished in the presence of God. Then I headed out with the children to have lessons and games. There was no shade except for in the nearby cemetery. Imagine if you will about fifty children or more amongst headstones and statues of saints and sitting on top of multiple cement slabs covering the burial plots listening to the gospel and then later coloring pictures of Jesus feeding the five thousand. An odd sight no? Spiritual revitalization and rejuvenation to a new generation as the gospel was brought forth in a place known for death and decay.
We baptized six new believers in the river below the church. We ministered again later on in the afternoon about the importance and ministry of the Holy Spirit.
It was a really amazing trip, even though my backside went numb from the total of 15 hours in the truck. But God was faithful and ultimately we were about our father’s business.