Pura Vida

 

One week ago my husband, Gavin, two other teachers, 15 high school seniors and I were all in Costa Rica. We had the privilege of chaperoning the teenagers’ senior trip. It was a beautiful week: traveling through different areas of the Central American country, going on new adventures, tasting delicious food, making core memories.

          Some of my thoughts throughout the week:

          “This is just a little slice of another place on earth, different from my own home, new creation all around. God is amazing, creative, and values me.”

          “I wish I knew Spanish fluently.”

          “This group of seniors has made this trip so delightful. Minimal complaints, trying new adventures, foods, and activities with excitement, bravery and thankfulness. I am proud of them.”

          “I am grateful to have my world widened, some of the bubble popped.”

          “There is sloth paraphernalia everywhere we go, however we haven’t seen any in the wild. Do they really exist? I have my doubts… But thank you, God, for the opportunity to see toucans, monkeys, iguanas, macaws!”

A few of the memories I am already looking back on are zip-lining, white water rafting, bus-riding through the mountains and countryside, visiting coffee farms, serving children at a river-bed community, a day on a catamaran and secluded tropical beach, swimming, laughing and eating with the other chaperones and seniors. 

In Costa Rica there is a slogan everyone uses: Pura Vida - Pure Life. They say this to one another in conversation. They repeat it to the tourists visiting their country. It’s on bill-boards, signs, commercials. They want to live the pure life - enjoy it to the full, appreciate the beauty, fun and adventure. While rafting down the rapids, our guide encouraged us to raise our oars, high five together and say ‘Pura Vida’ after conquering a big drop or splash.

What I loved about the phrase is how it relates to a ministry in which we were able to see life transformations. Men who were moving from darkness into light. From death into “pure life”. I will remember Pura Vida in the fun adventures, but mostly in the hope found from lives changed.

On Sunday afternoon, we spent time at Finca de Esperanza, Farm of Hope, a men’s rehabilitation farm that focuses on discipleship, farm work and finding purpose. We went to take a tour of the farm that had begun their ministry in Jaco around 6 months ago. We ended our time hearing testimonies from a few of the men.

There were plantain and avocado trees, an outdoor cooking pot over fire, a big garden area, bunk houses, a whole community created. The men labored on the farm, worked toward the goal of 12 months of discipleship classes, built community and studied God’s word.

I wish the testimony and sharing time could have gone on and on. We didn’t know we’d have the opportunity to hear the stories of some of the men, but what a blessing that we did. One of the men showed us some of his beautiful hand painted work while also sharing that the previous week had been a very difficult one for him. He had almost given into that difficulty and left the farm. Later he was one of the 3 that told their stories. He shared incredibly difficult and painful parts of his past, ending up with redemption and found family at the farm. Had he given into the demons of the previous week, we never would have heard the incredible story of his life and been blessed by the transformation we were able to see first-hand.

As we walked through the garden area, one young man’s face lit up as he talked about how the tomato plants grew and the number of expected cucumbers and peppers that would be produced on each plant. He worked hard and grew to love caring for the things that grew, while only a few months before he had entered the farm in zombie form, emotionless and silent.

The most beautiful and heart-wrenching story came from a young man, 26 years old. He had been at the farm for a few months and when the time was opened for any to share, he stood up and told us that was the first time sharing his testimony with a group. The tears he shed, so genuine, as he spoke of the abandonment of his own family and a difficult past that led to a difficult life. But he also spoke of hope and a new family in Christ. To go from such destruction to bravery, life and a future was powerful to see.

Everyone has a story. Everyone has cards dealt, hands offered. Everyone once was dead. These men while still facing difficult days, memories, choices, are now given the opportunity to live alive in Christ. And you could see it only a few months in.

Traveling back in time a few hours to Sunday morning, we visited Horizon Church, of which Finca de Esperanza was a ministry. Two men who had completed the 12 month discipleship program, starting at a sister ministry and ending there in Jaco, were recognized and celebrated. It was so exciting to see the end results for those two men as they entered the beginning of the rest of what God has in store for them.

We sang these words Sunday morning, not knowing we would get to see them in real time later that afternoon:

I just wanna speak the name of Jesus

Over every heart and every mind

‘Cause I know there is peace within Your presence

I speak Jesus

I just wanna speak the name of Jesus

‘Til every dark addiction starts to break

Declaring there is hope and there is freedom

I speak Jesus

 

‘Cause Your name is power

Your name is healing

Your name is life

Break every stronghold

Shine through the shadows

Burn like a fire

 

By Sandy Gromacki