Friday, December 15, 2006

Out There with the Beams -- December 2006

Dear Friends and Family,

Vanessa and I are excited to share with you the news that we are now officially missionaries with the Evangelical Free Church of Canada Mission (EFCCM). We are currently on furlough in Lexington, Kentucky, but will be heading back to the mission field in Santa Cruz, Bolivia as soon as we can get raise enough continuing support to fund our ministry budget.

We can’t wait to get back to Bolivia where we will continue investing in similar ministries that we were involved in with World Concern. Vanessa will be volunteering in several orphanages—working with the children and young adults in birthday, puppet, and clown ministries. Through these activities Vanessa is developing deep relationships with a number of girls who are working through the emotional traumas of difficult childhoods and are looking forward to productive adult lives out of the orphanages. Danny will continue to work in rural communities sharing the gospel and working in community development through water well drilling and other economic development projects that will help relieve economic hardships and raise family incomes.

I hate to always talk about our financial needs as missionaries, but it is the end of the year and I know many of you want to know how you can contribute to our work. I hope that all of our faithful partners have continued to set aside your pledges for this ministry each month since we left World Concern in June. My prayer is that 100% of our previous monthly partners will roll over with us to this new ministry and we can continue to serve in Bolivia with little delay. If possible we ask that our regular partners try to catch up on their monthly giving. And we hope that many new partners will make a monthly pledge, or will make a special year end contribution to our ministry. With our new ministry budget we need to raise $5000 a month in support. This is substantially more than our $3500 a month World Concern budget, but now that we are with the EFCCM we will be funding our family live expenses as well as ministry projects. Please contact us by email if you would like to see a detailed budget.

Because the EFCCM is a Canadian organization, donations made directly to the EFCCM by U.S. residents are not tax deductible. However, U.S. residents may make tax deductible contributions to this ministry through the Owingsville Baptist Church (one of their U.S. church sponsors). All contributions received through Owingsville Baptist will go directly to the EFCCM for our support and a tax receipt will be sent to you confirming the donation.

Please make checks payable to Owingsville Baptist Church and mail to:

Owingsville Baptist Church, PO BOX 662, Owingsville, KY 40360
Be sure to designate your gift to the Beams ministry by including a donation form or writing “Mission to Bolivia” on the subject line of the check. If you prefer to make an online donation (also tax deductible through Owingsville Baptist) using an electronic check or credit card – go to http://www.paypal.com/ and make a payment to: missiontobolivia@yahoo.com. Be sure to include your name and address in the appropriate dialog box.

If you do not need a tax receipt you may send contributions directly to the EFCCM at:

EFCCM
Attn: Donor Services
PO Box 850 Langley Stn LCD 1 Langley BC V3A 8S6
Canada

If you would like to find out more about the EFCCM or would like to make an online donation with a credit card (or set up a monthly direct withdrawal) at: http://www.efcc.ca/index.cfm?pageID=4 If you do make a donation this way, be sure to designate our ministry as the recipient.

Note: We would like to make a transition to email newsletters. Please contact us by email and inform us of your current email address.

Prayer Concerns: Please pray for our family as we continue to raise support here in the States. If all goes well, we plan on being back in Santa Cruz by March 2007. We would love to see you and speak in your church while we are in the States. Contact us soon so we can set up a visit with you or your church. Why not speak with the mission director of your church about making our Bolivia ministry part of your churches mission budget?

Pray for Vanessa and her aunt, Jacinta, who recently had surgery to remove a brain tumour. Vanessa is in Detroit until the middle of December helping Jacinta in her recovery. Pray for me too, as I am alone with the kids in Lexington.

I want to once more thank all of our faithful partners who supported us while we were working with World Concern. Please continue to partner with us in the future of this ministry. And to everyone who has probably been getting our newsletters for years but has not yet become a financial partner--thanks for your prayers. We hope that you will take that next step and begin making an investment in the lives of so many Bolivians who are poor and lost and will have the opportunity to hear the gospel and improve their lives through this ministry. Merry Christmas! We hope you enjoy this holiday season with your loved ones.

In Christ,


Daniel and Vanessa Beams-- EFCCM Missionaries
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com
KY Telephone: 606-674-9253 or 859-368-0094

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Thanksgiving Break




Nathaniel Bouldering at Red River Gorge

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Beams Bytes – June 2006

Dear Friends and Family,

We have had a busy month with great mission team visits from Kentucky and Texas. Our teams worked on a variety of projects in two orphanages of Cristo Viene Boys and Girls, with the YWAM street kids ministry and also with Centro de Vida Crisis Pregnancy Center. I’m sure God will continue to bless the relationships these volunteers have cultivated with the kids.

As we mentioned in our May prayer letter, World Concern, because of budgetary shortfalls at the national level, has closed our Latin American office here in Santa Cruz, Bolivia. As a result, our contract will not be renewed and we will be finishing our work with World Concern at the end of June. This will be our last prayer letter sent through World Concern.

Vanessa and I have become deeply committed to the work here in Bolivia and do not feel that God has called us back to the States simply because World Concern is no longer supporting our position. We are excited about the prospect of continuing our ministry in Bolivia under the supervision of another mission organization working here in Santa Cruz. Our current plan is to return to the U.S. at the end of June for several months to visit with family and supporters. We will attend a candidate training and missions conference in Vancouver in July and will hopefully soon after be making plans to return to Santa Cruz to continue our work here.

We hope and pray that all of our supporters will renew their commitment to support this ministry as it continues in a new direction. Please continue to send your contributions and monthly pledges to World Concern through June. We will let you know as soon as possible the details of how to contribute to our future ministry. But for now you can either continue to support us while we are in transition, or you can hold your monthly contributions and make a larger contribution to the new organization when we get set up with them. If you would like to send us personal checks you can simply make a check out to Daniel Beams and mail it to my parents address in Kentucky. Unfortunately we cannot give tax receipts for any personal gifts.

After June send contributions to:

Daniel Beams
181 Sherman Ct.
Owingsville, KY 40360


Prayer needs: Please keep us in your prayers as we try to get back to the U.S. in the coming weeks. We are not sure about Vanessa’s and Luciana’s U.S. residency status (they are Peruvian citizens) after an absence of more than two years. We are having a hard time getting straight answers from imigration officials. Also pray for our furlough time in the U.S. and our continued quest to fund our ministry.

Thanks again for all of your prayers and support these passed several years. Your contributions have had a significant impact on the lives of many people here in Bolivia. Please don’t hesitate to call or write if you have any questions about our ministry, or just want to visit. We would love to hear from each one of you.

In His Grace,Danny


Danny and Vanessa Beams
Telephone: 011-591-3352-9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com
Blog: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com
Photo Gallery: www.pbase.com/beamsclan

Monday, May 15, 2006

Beams Bytes -- May 2006

Dear Friends and Family,

I (Danny) just returned from a great week visiting with friends and mission supporters in Lexington, KY. Our home church Crossroads Christian, held their first Missions Emphasis Week. They invited home all the missionaries that they support from around the world (Haiti, China, Russia, Mexico, Honduras, and Bolivia). It was great hearing so many stories of how God is working among such diverse cultures.

Thank you for your prayers and words of encouragement as we go through a time of transition in our ministry. Because of budgetary shortfalls, World Concern has closed their Latin American office here in Santa Cruz, Bolivia. As a result, our contract will not be renewed and we will be finishing our work with World Concern at the end of June.

Vanessa and I have become deeply committed to the work here in Bolivia and do not feel that God has called us back to the States simply because World Concern is no longer supporting our position. We are excited about the prospect of continuing our ministry in Bolivia under the supervision of another mission organization working here in Santa Cruz. Our current plan is to return to the U.S. at the end of June for several months to visit with family and supporters. We will attend a candidate training and missions conference in Vancouver in July and will hopefully soon after be making plans to return to Santa Cruz to continue our work here.

We hope and pray that all of our supporters will renew their commitment to support this ministry as it continues in a new direction. Please continue to send your contributions and monthly pledges to World Concern through June. We will let you know as soon as possible the details of how to contribute to our future ministry. But for now you can either continue to support us while we are in transition, or you can hold your monthly contributions and make a larger contribution to the new organization when we get set up with them. If you would like to send us personal checks you can simply make them out to Daniel Beams and mail them to my parents address in Kentucky. Unfortunately we cannot give tax receipts for any personal gifts.

After June send contributions to:

Daniel Beams
181 Sherman Ct.
Owingsville, KY 40360

Meanwhile, our work continues. We are excited to have Joyce Perkins, a dear friend of ours from Kentucky, here with us for a month. She is volunteering in several of the orphanages that Vanessa is working with. Also, pray for three mission teams we will be hosting in the coming months. My sister, Susan, and her family will be here with us for a family mission trip, and two teams will be coming from Crossroads Christian in June and July.

Thanks again for all of your prayers and support these passed several years. Your contributions have had a significant impact on the lives of many people here in Bolivia. Please don’t hesitate to call or write if you have any questions about our ministry, or just want to visit. We would love to hear from each one of you.

In His Grace,Danny


Danny and Vanessa Beams
Telephone: 011-591-3352-9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com
Blog: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com
Photo Gallery: www.pbase.com/beamsclan

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Pray for Vanessa's Health

Please pray for Vanessa's health in these coming days. During a routine medical examine her doctor discovered several lumps in her breasts that have the potential of being cancerous. Because Vanessa's mom and aunt have had breast cancer, the doctor feels it would be prudent to go ahead and remove the lumps so they can be examined for cancer. We will probably be scheduling surgery in the next couple of weeks.

World Concern Contract not Being Renewed

Just wanted to let you know that our contract with World Concern will not be renewed for a new term. We had asked for a one year extention (which I thought was approved) to our two year contract. We were not planning on coming back to the U.S. until the summer of 2007, but because of a financial crisis in the home office and budget cuts, World Concern has decided to completely cut support for the Latin America area office (in which we are working). This has effectively eliminated our position here. The Bolivia office is also concurrently cutting positions for foreign missionaries so there is no longer a place for us to work in Latin America under World Concern. Our official duties with World Concern end on May 20th, but we will stay in Santa Cruz until June 30th in order to host several previously planned mission teams coming to work in local orphanages.
The current plan is to return to the U.S. in July to visit with friends and family and plan for our future. If feels like we are just getting settled in Santa Cruz and are beginning to find ways to effectively minister to the spiritual and physical needs of the people around us. We continue to feel called to missionary service in South America and will begin searching for another missionary sending organization that will allow us to continue serving the Lord here in Bolivia. We are saddened to sever ties with World Concern, but at the same time excited about new possibilities of service and we cannot wait to see how the Lord will bless us through these difficult days.
Thank you for your continued support of our ministry. Continue to lift up our family in your prayers.
Danny

Monday, April 03, 2006

Beams Bytes -- April 2006

Dear Friends and Family,

Thanks for your continued prayers and support of this ministry. We feel the hand of God working in Bolivia and are encouraged to continue serving here through our ministries with World Concern, and the orphanages and the crisis pregnancy center that Vanessa is working with. The political situation continues to be basically calm despite threats of instability. Continue to pray for the country as we head into a constitutional assembly in August. Things could get dicey as opposing political factions hash out a new constitution.

Both Terry Waller and Paul Closen have recovered from the serious illnesses they contracted in Nicaragua. I was a true miracle that Paul survived and no doubt a strong testimony for the power of prayer. We had a great visit with my brother Jason and his family, and with the team from his church. They were here with an evangelical team sharing the Gospel and working with new churches in the urban periphery of Santa Cruz.

Our biggest need this month is prayer for the future of World Concern in Bolivia and what role our family will play in the ministry here. The World Concern Latin American area office has closed because of funding cuts in Seattle home office and our work and expansion in other countries of Latin America has been postponed. We feel that God wants us to continue working in Bolivia. Pray for His will to be revealed and that some sticky transitional issues can be resolved quickly.

We appreciate our strong base of prayer warriors and supporters back home and we want you to know that the work we do here would not be possible without your faithful support of this ministry.

In His Grace,
Danny


Mailing address:

Daniel and Vanessa Beams
World Concern
Parapeti #146 -- Casilla 3681
Santa Cruz, Bolivia

Office Telephone: 011 591 3336 3664
Home Telephone: 011 591 3352 9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com, danielb@worldconcern.org.bo
Website: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com

Friday, March 10, 2006

Beams Bytes -- March 2006

Hi everyone,

Are you tired of receiving these letters in the mail each month?

If you are, let us know. World Concern is attempting to shift over to electronic newsletters and donations. If you would like to receive our letter via email, please fill out the enclosed slip and include your most often checked and most dependable email address. Or if you would like to be completely taken off of our mailing list you can let us know that too (although I hope that will not be too many of you).

Many of our World Concern projects are going through a variety of crises lately so I hope you will remember these in your prayers and continue to pray that we will have a tremendous spiritual and material impact in the rural areas where we are working. The flooding continues in the San Julian area. Six communities where we have CAMS micro-credit groups are still under water. Seventy-one of our client families are living in tents in the various encampments around the city of San Julian. They will probably not be able to return to the farms for several more months and many are talking about abandoning their communities altogether and starting over somewhere else. Some emergency supplies are arriving, but long-term hope will be needed for these families to resettle and get back on their economic feet. Also pray for the future of our livestock projects in Yapacani and Warnes. Both are concluding their current funding cycle and the future of the work is these areas is uncertain. Pray for the World Concern home office in Seattle as the administration is struggling with staff and strategy transitions.

Terry Waller, the director of the Water for All project, went to Nicaragua in February to help train a partner organization in drilling technique. On the trip he contracted dengue fever (similar to malaria) and typhoid and has been extremely ill for several weeks. The director of the partner organization in Nicaragua, Paul Closen, also contracted dengue and is not expected to survive. Pray for Paul’s miraculous recovery and for the well being of his family.

Sound like a lot of negative news—sorry to get you down. We are super excited about an upcoming visit by my brother Jason and he wife and daughter Stephanie and Brynlee. And we are excitedly planning for three mission trips this summer from Crossroads, our home church in Lexington, KY. Two groups are coming to work with Vanessa in orphanages and with street kids and a third will be coming to help build an orphanage. If you would like to hook up with any of these trips please let us know. The picture I am including this month is of a rainbow that I saw last week in Santiago de Chiquitos. I love rainbows. They always remind me of God’s promises and show the beauty of his creation. Bolivia is a magnificently beautiful country. We are truly blessed to be serving here in ministry. Thank you to all of our partners for you continued prayer and investment in this work.


In His Grace,Danny


Mailing address:

Daniel and Vanessa Beams
World Concern
Parapeti #146 -- Casilla 3681
Santa Cruz, Bolivia

Office Telephone: 011 591 3336 3664
Home Telephone: 011 591 3352 9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com, danielb@worldconcern.org.bo
Website: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Space Aliens


We have been in Santiago de Chiquitos for a couple of days. We drove down here on Friday, looking for a quite place to hide during the crazy Carnival weekend. Last year we went to Concepcion. Not a good place to be during Carnival. Santiago is smaller and though there were several comparsas marching around this weekend, most of the partying was done in their houses and not right on the main plaza. It was interesting to see them dress up and come dancing and playing in their little bands around the plaza. We are staying in a new “five star” hotel called Hotel Buela. I don’t think it is quite five star, but it is surprisingly nice for a small rural community of this size. It has a great restaurant, and clean well appointed rooms with a great bathroom. Santiago de Chiquitos is a difficult 10 hour drive, mostly off-road, from Santa Cruz. I won’t give complete details of our trip, but suffice it to say it was quite muddy and slow and bumpy and we were all at each others throats by the time we arrived in Santiago. It would probably be better to take the train next time.

Santiago is at about 1500 feet elevation, and 1000 feet above Robore, a regional city on the train line to Brazil. Robore is notoriously hot most of the year, but Santiago is surprisingly cool and fresh. I don’t think I will recount all of the details of our stay, but I did want to document a hike I took this evening. My memory is growing progressively worse as I age and if I don’t write it down I will probably not remember it in five years. Vanessa amazes me with the detailed memories she has of events that happened years and years ago. She can remember the dialog of our conversations when I cannot even vaguely remember the situation or event.

Vanessa and the kids went to visit our friend Katharine Whittaker on her dairy while I took off alone up to the ridge above town, hoping to get some good pictures of the rock cliffs and towers at sunset. We had gone hiking in this area several days earlier with the kids and it was a lot of fun, but I didn’t get in the photography I wanted to because we went in the middle of the afternoon. The light was bad and it was hard to move around the rocks and cliffs with Isaiah in tow. So this afternoon the light looked promising—patches of sun and a few dark clouds rolling through. I got on the trail with just about an hour and a half of good light left. The trail climbs through a forest and rock crags before emptying out onto a large flat grassy plateau with magnificent views of cliffs, rock towers, and the Toluma valley. You can see a hundred kilometers across the valley to a distant range of mountains that hides the community of Santo Corazon where World Concern has some micro credit groups. The road I came up actually crosses the Toluma valley and makes its way over to Santo Corazon 140 kilometers away. The road is in such poor condition that it is impassable by vehicle. Other than flying, the only way into Santo Corazon is on foot, mule, or to hitch a ride on an occasional tractor. In any case it is at least a two day journey with an overnight stop in the wilderness. There are no settlements or people living between Santiago and Santo Corazon.

On my way up through the crags I spotted no less than a dozen toucans (like Toucan Sam of Fruit Loops fame) flying through the trees. I wasn’t able to get a picture of one because they were too high in the canopy and I couldn’t spot them until they were already on the move. They look so awkward sitting in the trees, but they really are beautiful in flight. When extended, their huge hollow beaks look like the front of a fighter jet. Their short little wings flap quickly; their flight looks inefficient, but they are obviously uniquely adapted to their environment. I climbed on up to the plateau, maybe 500 vertical feet above the truck, and began photographing the rock towers and cliffs. The clouds were moving quickly overhead so I waited for just the right light on the formations and distant mountains. On the very top of the plateau was a 50 foot high rock island that looked like a man-made fortress topped with trees and cactus.

I was working my way around the fortress when I heard a strange and out of place, almost otherworldly noise. It sounded like a kite crashing to the ground—the loud flutter of fabric or perhaps sails against the wind, and then silence. Then I heard it several more times. The hair on my neck stood on end and in my mind I began imagining strange and perhaps invisible extra-terrestial crafts playing games with me. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body, unconsciously preparing itself for fight or flight. My fears were calmed when I finally caught a glimpse of what was causing the noise. Birds were literally falling out of the sky, twisting and turning as they dove with incredible speed into what appeared to be solid ground. I walked closer to where they were vanishing and saw that they were actually diving full speed into a crack in the rocks. The crack was no more than one or two meters wide and filled with trees and bushes along the edge. I peered over the edge and could not see the bottom, only a dark twisting chasm. In another place I could see the bottom but it appeared to be at least 200 or more feet down. This fissure in the rock began on the cliff edge and ran parallel to the cliff line maybe 50 meters from the edge. It ran all the way to another set of cliffs maybe half a mile further down the range. These birds, small to medium sized brown or black birds (I didn’t get a good look at them), must have been roosting for the evening. It looked like some form of play. They purposefully flew with as much speed as possible, and making as much noise as possible, into the thinnest and deepest of cracks. I could hear them whistling and calling to each other in the depths of the crevasse. It looked as though I might be able to scramble down through passages through the cliffs and enter crack from one end. But the sun was setting quickly so I will have to leave that for another day.

I walked on down the ridge and sat on a rock overlook where I had a magnificent view of the whole mountain range. It looks like a series of waves that are slowly rising to a peak and are about to crash down into the Toluma valley. Essentially, this might be what is happening, but on geological time scale beyond my perception. I found a unique little tree on the edge of the cliff that I wanted to use in the foreground of a landscape picture, but the light was not right. A dark cloud was passing overhead and I was afraid it would not clear before the sun set behind the ridge to the west. It began to rain and I worried about keeping my camera dry. The storm passed as quickly as it had appeared and then moved out over the ridge into the valley a thousand feet below me. Patches of sun, shadow, and rain raced across the vast valley floor. Just five minutes before the sun set behind the ridge, the sky cleared and a bright ray of sun lit up my little tree, then a huge rainbow appeared out over the valley before me. It was the biggest, brightest and most intense rainbow I have ever seen. It was almost three quarters of a circle, beginning far out in the valley and arching over to a green plateau among rock ridges no more than a kilometer down the range. My adrenaline began flowing again as I haphazardly ran in circles on top of the ridge trying to find the best vantage to capture the rainbow along with my little tree and the mountains in the background. The rainbow faded after about five minutes, but the magical light continued for another half an hour or so. I got some beautiful pictures of condors playing the air currents on the ridge line and of the setting sun. I snapped over 300 pictures in less than an hour. I suppose “out of context” all of this sounds a bit corny, but it truly was a unique spiritual experience—a too rare commune with God in his creation. To be honest, I was a bit spooked as I descended into the forest in complete darkness. Every sound I heard caused me to pick up the pace and I literally ran back down to the trail head where I left the car parked. It’s difficult to describe in words the emotion I experienced as I heard and saw the beauty of God’s creation this evening. I hope I got some descent pictures that can even half way represent what I experienced. I will probably be as disappointed with my images as I am with this written narrative. Hopefully they can serve as reminders so I do not forget the true experience of living in the moment.

You can see a few pictures from San Jose and Santiago de Chiquitos at http://www.pbase.com/beamsclan/sanjose

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Parabanon Falls


Went on a hike today, but first a little background. Luis, Chelita’s brother, is hosting a mission team at his school this week and he asked me several weeks ago to take several of his team on a hike. I checked into going to the Surutu falls, but the trail is still closed because the latter down the cliff has not been replaced. So I decided to drag the team along on a hike that I have been wanting to attempt for a couple of months now. I had heard through several sources that there was a big but fairly inaccessible waterfall near the Parabanon mountain, about 50 km to the south Angostura along the front mountain range. One height estimate was of 400 feet. I figured that was probably an over estimation because I have not seen anything approaching that height in Santa Cruz. Carlos met a family in Bermejo who are originally from the Parabanon area and who verified the existence of the falls and said their were actually located on their family’s property.

Carlos and I drove up to Bermejo yesterday to ask for permission to enter the area and to get directions. We were directed back to El Torno where we met a cousin of the family who knows the area well and agreed to take us in today. So we left this morning at 5:00 A.M. not really knowing what we were getting ourselves into. Here is the cast of characters. Myself, Carlos (my Colombian well drilling buddy), Luis (Bolivian school teacher and mission team leader), Ernando (18 year old local guide), Samuel (Bolivian school teacher working with Luis), Rob (20 something year old mission volunteer from Indiana) and Mark (61 year old mission volunteer from Indiana). We picked up Carlos and Ernando in El Torno and everyone crammed into my Nissan for the bumpy three hour off road trip to the trail head. Ernando wasn’t sure which roads were passable so we stopped at several relative’s houses for advice. The road was increasingly less traveled and more difficult to follow. The mud and sand got deeper and the forest closed in around us. We crossed two rivers—the second crossing was at a place I was not too confident we could make it through. After a bit of machete work, rock rolling and shoveling I gunned the motor and we made it through the river and up the steep sandy embankment on the other side. . I definitely need to get a winch. It is just too stressful constantly thinking I am going to get stuck out in the middle of nowhere. We parked the truck at the end of the road where we left it in the care of one of Ernando’s many aunts who live in the area. The aunt and her two tiny children were all sick with a fever. She asked if we had any medicine so I came up with something from the first aid kit. This family lives at least three hour walk from the nearest road where they could get a truck out to civilization. Their home was a loose collection of rotting boards nailed to four posts and roofed with palm leaves and their yard was a swamp full of pigs and mosquitoes.

We were finally on the trail and hiking by 9:30. It was a late start, steamy hot, and I was already feeling the pressure to hike fast so we could be back to the car before dark. Ernando had estimated it would take three to four hours to get to the falls, or longer depending on the condition of the trail. We followed the river, a gentle current knee deep and 10 meters wide, two or three kilometers upstream. Ernando, already impatient with our teams pace, disappeared into the bush with his machete looking for the entrance to an old trail that climbs a steep ridge out of the river valley. Ernando’s family has a long history of living in this area. I wasn’t sure if Ernando had ever lived here for any length of time, but he certainly knew the area well. He said he had been hiking in the area with his grandfather ever since he was a young boy. Ernando’s grandfather is a somewhat legendary figure in the area because he was captured by Che Gevarra in the mid-60s during his revolutionary campaign in Bolivia and forced to guide his army through these steep mountains and canyons. He is mentioned by name in Gevarra’s personal diary. The trail we hiked today is one of a scant few trails that traverse this uninhabited range of mountains and is probably one that Gevarra’s army used during the two years they hid in the mountains of Valle Grande. Cecilia, Ernando’s cousin who we met in Bermejo, said that as a child she lived in a cave near the waterfalls. Ernando said he could guide us to both the cave and the waterfalls but that he would not go in the cave because a giant snake lived inside. While there are huge boa constrictors and anacondas here, there are also fanticiful tales of magical creatures that live in caves, on mountain tops and in bodies of water in the Andes. Most locals avoid these areas at all costs.

The trail was over grown so our route up the ridge was agonizingly slow. Ernando and Carlos were up front opening up the trail with machetes. It doesn’t look like this route has been used in at least a year. Five minutes into the climb Mark and Rob were suffering from the heat and humidity. Certainly a shock after having just arrived from the middle of an Indiana winter. The overgrown trail switch backed up the ridge. I could see that the trail had at one time been well traveled. It generally no more than a couple of feet wide, but on the steeper sections it had been carved out of the rock with picks and shovels. Three or four places had recently washed away in mud slides and we had to carefully pick our way across steep exposed slabs of rock, hanging onto roots and grass to maintain our balance. I never felt these traverses were particularly life threatening or even dangerous, but several on our team hesitated a good while before committing to the crossing, and then joyously celebrated once safely to the other side. Mark, a landscaper in Indiana is in great shape for being 61 years old, but I think the heat hit him hard and after about 15 minutes of climbing he had to sit down and get off of his wobbly legs before he completely fainted. After frequent rests and slow steps he eventually recovered some strength and was able to continue hiking well. After three hours of hiking we finally broke out on top of the ridge above tree line and had a magnificent view of the steep mountains around us and the Amazon plain stretching out like an infinite green sea before us. My GPS told me it was about a 1200 ft climb from the river to top of the ridge—not a tremendous gain in elevation but still a valid effort given the trail condition and heat. We settled into a shaded grove of trees to eat our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that the volunteer team had packed along. We filled our water bottles from the silty pool of a small spring seeping from the mountain. Ernando and the other Bolivian’s drank straight from the stream. I decided to be a cautious wimp and filter the water with my handy dandy filter bottle before ingesting it. After lunch Mark, Rob, and Samuel decided their legs had taken all they could and opted to stay behind while the rest of us, in search of the falls, descended back into the canyon on the other side of the ridge. Ernando side the trail was even steeper and more difficult going back into the canyon. Now that it was only Carlos, Luis, Ernando and myself, we were practically running down the trial trying to get down into the canyon, back out again and then down to the truck before night fall. I was beginning to think we were trying to do a two day trip in only one day.

We quickly dropped into a steep canyon made our way down 500 feet or so into the river course were Ernando showed us a waterfall that was maybe 40 or 50 feet high. It was beautiful and the flow of water was impressive; nevertheless I was disappointed as I was expecting some a bit higher. We worked our way around through the forest and to the top of the falls. Ernando said he had heard there was another larger fall a little further down the river but he had never gone down there because his grandfather had never wanted to risk the scramble down over the rocks. Then I found out the real reason the didn’t go near the pool at the bottom of the falls. Ernando said that when one of his aunts was a child she was bathing alone in the pool below the falls and a hichi came up out of the water and scared her. A hichi is another of the mystical creatures that inhabit the wilds of Bolivia. She claimed it was serpent like in form and had a huge dragon head with horns. We scrambled around through the woods and found a passage between the cliffs were we scrambled down to the pool below the falls. Ernando bravely followed us despite the hichis all around. We snapped a few pictures and then turned our interest downriver. I could here the roar of a larger falls and began to make my way over the boulders made smooth from centuries of flowing water. The river bed dropped way before me and when I finally gained a view of the falling water and the valley below I was shocked at the height we were perched above the canyon. While it is certainly hard to estimate heights when looking down, I would guess the falls were minimally 500 feet high. My GPS said we were at 988 meters elevation, and earlier I had recorded the river at 740 meters where we had crossed. That is a height difference of 248 meters (813 ft). I sure the river drops some between the falls and where we crossed but the falls themselves could easily be 600 to 700 feet high. From the top there was no direct way to get down to the bottom of the falls. It was box canyon with sheer cliffs on all three sides.

It was already pushing 4:00 P.M so we didn’t even have time for a dip in the stream. We headed back up the trail to find the rest of our group. It was a steep climb out. I was struggling to keep up with Carlos and Ernando. My knees were hurting and I was definitely at my physical limit. I couldn’t wait to pick up the rest of the group so our pace would slow back down and I could rest. Ernando seemed to have the eternal energy of youth and was still bounding up the rocks and ledges and then waiting for us to catch up. I was truly impressed with his strength and endurance and quite appalled at my own lack of either. We found the rest of the group lounging in the shade of lone tree on a ridge above the river. Andean condors were playing in the updrafts above their heads. Condors are impressive because of their size, up to a 12 foot wingspan, and they do possess a certain mystique because of the folklore surrounding them, but they really are just big ugly vultures. I screwed in my long telephoto lens and got a couple of descent shots of one sitting on a fence post. We descended quickly down the ridge trail back to the river and there soaked our aching feet in the cool water. The remaining kilometers back to the car seemed to drag on forever. I saw the car through the forest just as the last light was fading from the sky. After another three hours back down the dirt road we made it out to the highway by 10:00 and I was back home by 11:00—an 18 hour day. I think for the next hike to the falls we will follow the river all the way to the base of the falls. I’m sure the hiking will be difficult over the boulders and but there should be less climbing and I think the view will be just as or more rewarding.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Beams Bytes – February 2006

Dear Mission Supporters,

I imagine you can tell from the picture that this month is all about FLOODING. November through February is the rainy season in Bolivia. When it rains more than normal in the highlands the water comes down out of the Andes and floods the plains of the department of Santa Cruz in eastern Bolivia. I’m sure this has been happening for millennia, but only recently, in the last 10 to 20 years, have poor farmers begun to settle in the flood plain near the lowland rivers. The government gave away 75 acre tracts of land to highland quechua farmers if they would relocate to the unoccupied lands of Santa Cruz. Whole communities and towns have sprung up where only 20 years ago was a vast wilderness.

World Concern has been working in the area of these quechua colonies for over ten years. We have more than 20 micro-credit groups in the flood prone areas and two other projects promoting agricultural diversification and livestock production, water well drilling in many other communities. There is usually some flooding every five years or so, but this year has been especially bad. In fact the Rio Grande river has completely left is old channel (which is now dry) and has cut a new river right through the heart of the colonies. The last I heard, 12,000 families have been left homeless and 500,000 acres of crops have been ruined. They are predicting even more rain for the month of February. Tent cities have sprung up along the highway on the periphery of the flooded area and people are desperate for food and clean water. In the short-term the government and local NGO’s (including World Concern) are responding with relief supplies. We are trying to come up with a development strategy that will help farmers take advantage of these rich agricultural lands without putting their homes and families at risk every time there is a flood. In the short term we will offer emergency low interest micro-loans so they can replant as soon as the water recedes. In the long-term we will help them with relocation to less flood prone areas. A regional disaster such as this is not as dramatic or visible as the Asian Tsunami or Hurricane Katrina, but for those affected it is just as devastating. Please pray that World Concern can respond quickly and correctly to this emergency and that God will be honored and revealed in the lives of those affected by this disaster.

On a more joyous note, one of our close friends, Carlos Cruz, accepted Christ several weeks ago. Pray for him as he begins a new journey in Christ. Carlos is from Colombia. He left his home several years ago to escape the political violence and economic instability of his country. He sort of wondered into Bolivia and has decided to stay. We met him in the home of some friends in the mountains where he was working as a hired hand on their farm. Carlos is university educated with an engineering background and when he heard about what World Concern was doing in community development he wanted to volunteer to help. He came to a water well drilling workshop in San Julian and shortly thereafter decided to use our methods to drill water wells in poor communities in the mountainous region west of Santa Cruz. Carlos was also searching spiritually. I have seen how God has put a number of Christian brothers in Carlos’ life in the last six months. Carlos said it was hard to deny how God has been speaking to him and working in his life. He had been reading “Purpose Driven Life” (in Spanish) for a number of weeks, but still hadn’t made a firm commitment. Finally, vanessa sat down with him and worked through the last of his doubts. He enthusiastically prayed and made a sincere commitment to follow Christ. He is excited about reading the Bible, fellowshipping with other believers, and being involved in ministry. Pray that Carlos will continue to grow in his relationship with Christ and that Vanessa and I can help disciple him in his new faith.

Vanessa and I thank you all so much for your prayers and support. We received a lot of extra gifts in December that went along way to catching us up with our budget. That was an answer to pray. BUT, we are still short. We are still $3000 behind budget for the year (the fiscal year beginning in July) and need another $1000 a month in monthly pledges to maintain our ministry. If you are one of those people who read our newsletters regularly and pray for us faithfully, but have not made a financial commitment, why don’t you make a pledge of $25 or $50 a month? God will surely use these resources to impact the lives of physically and spiritually desperate people of Bolivia, and he will also bless you for making this commitment.


In His Grace,Danny


Mailing address:

Daniel and Vanessa Beams
World Concern
Parapeti #146 -- Casilla 3681
Santa Cruz, Bolivia

Office Telephone: 011 591 3336 3664
Home Telephone: 011 591 3352 9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com, danielb@worldconcern.org.bo
Website: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com

Thursday, February 02, 2006

A Traffic Incident

This morning I rode my bicycle into the office just like every other morning. It is a five mile commute. As usual, it was hot and humid and I was dripping with sweat as I approached my office. For almost two years I have always arrived without a major incident—until today. I guess in the grand scheme of life, today’s problem wasn’t that traumatic, but it did disrupt my entire day. About two blocks from the office I was approaching a busy intersection when a bus, called a micro in Santa Cruz, sped past me and then dove to the curb to pick up a passenger. I had to break hard to avoid hitting his bumper. I managed to get ahead of him and then stopped at the intersection waiting until I could safely cross. The bus pulled up behind me and then I felt him nudge my back wheel with his bumper. The intersection cleared so I tried to pedal through it but my bicycle wouldn’t budge. My rear wheel had been crushed (what we cyclists call taco’ed) from the weight if his bumper. Of course I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The back wheel was completely ruined and obviously unridable. I raised the bicycle up in front of the drivers window to show him what he had done. He kind of shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to get up on the curb so he could pull his bus over to the side of the road. I said I wasn’t moving until the police came. I believed he would just drive away if I moved from the front of his bus. The intersection quickly became clogged with blocked vehicles and pedestrians standing around gawking at the gringo and his broken bicycle. Several men approached me and encouraged me not to move from the spot. One of them ran off to find a policeman. The crowd began taunting the driver and accusing him of basically being an idiot. Bus drivers in Santa Cruz are notoriously known for driving recklessly and for abusing the rights of pedestrians and fellow drivers alike. After about five minutes a police car came and two officers began to assess the situation, quickly interviewing the driver and myself. At the same time a man in street clothes thrust a radio receiver in my face and asked me to explain exactly what happened. It ignored him and tried to concentrate on the policemen’s questions. Later I learned that he was from the prensa, he was a news reporter from a local radio station.

The police put my bicycle in the micro and asked me to get in the patrol car and go with them down to transito, the traffic police station, to write up a formal report. The patrol car followed the micro and once at the station we all sat down together in a hot office where both the driver and I told our stories. We both told the same basic story. Edgar, the bus driver, said he was picking up a passenger, trying to make change, and had accidentally taken his foot off the brake. The intersection was slightly down hill and he accidentally rolled into my rear wheel. Edgar was quiet and polite and seemed nervous at the thought of what all of this was going to mean for the future of his family. There wasn’t much to the interview, the policeman wrote our names down in a notebook and scribbled a few notes describing the accident. He said that the micro would have to remain impounded until my bicycle was fixed. He said Edgar and I should go together to take care of the bicycle repair and that the bus could not leave the impound lot until I personally told the officer I was satisfied with the repair. I thought it was odd that after an accident the police would send the two parties off together to work things out without an intermediary. If the two parties disagreed who was at fault or had even the slightest bit of animosity toward each other, I could see how that arrangement could go south quickly.

Edgar did not have more than a dollar in his pocket and didn’t know how he was going to get the wheel fixed. He does not own the bus himself. He is only a substitute driver for the bus line, Linea 15. He takes the place of regular drivers whenever they can not make it into work. He said he usually works seven days a week from 5:00 AM to 10:00 PM. For each 17 hour shift he is paid 50 bolivianos (about $6.00US). He has a wife and one child, a two month old daughter, but said he has hardly seen her because he is always gone from the house trying to earn a living. They live in a poor barrio with dirt streets that is over an hour from the bus line parking lot, so he is only home between 11 PM and 4 AM. I have always thought all bus drivers are rude and inattentive, but I never considered the fact that they work such long hours and must be mindlessly exhausted by the end of the day. Bus drivers are constantly distracted because they have to collect money from passengers and make change while they are driving. They are always in a hurry to stay on schedule while trying picking up as many passengers are possible. They constantly dive to the curb and then pull right back into traffic without paying any attention to other vehicles or pedestrians around them. Bus drivers are most offensive in the round-abouts where they stay on the outside to pick up passengers and then dive across three or four lanes of traffic in an attempt to make a left turn around the circle. If other drivers value their bumpers at all they have learned to stop and let the busses come on across.

It was odd getting to know Edgar on a personal level. We ended up spending the entire day together and we talked about our respective lives quite extensively. Previously I had only thought of bus drivers as a single class of individuals, all of whom I thought were selfish idiots. Bus drivers are simply the faceless enemies of commuting cyclists. I think you have to actually live in and drive in Santa Cruz to understand this battlefield. Micros are smallish Toyota busses that hold 30 passengers comfortably, and more commonly 50 or 60 when they are stuffed to the gills during peak commuting hours. The buses are small enough to squeeze into and between tight lanes of traffic. And they are quick, having much better acceleration than our lumbering diesel powered Nissan Patrol. Ninety-five percent of the citizens of Santa Cruz get around town by bus, and there are 1000’s and 1000’s of busses. They clog up every primary traffic artery in town. When I am on my bicycle it sometimes feels as if I am a minnow bumping and squeezing my way through a huge school of tuna. Micro drivers will sometimes respect another vehicle, but when they see a bicycle, they simply disregard it completely. Even if a cyclist has a green light or preferential right-of-way, a micro will often cut him off. I have to constantly be on the lookout for maniac bus drivers, my fingers always on the brake levers, ready to squeeze them hard.

Once out of his bus Edgar was a regular guy, he had a goofy insecure smile and seemed more worried about how he was going to get himself out of this mess than about running over innocent pedestrians and cyclists. He asked me about my family and my job, and we talked a bit about politics and religion. He is catholic but has a brother who is a Mormon. We both agreed Mormon’s have some screwed up theology. Edgar wanted to go to a market area called Alto San Pedro where he thought we could pick up another bicycle rim for about $5 dollars. I explained to him that my bicycle was imported from that U.S. and the rims were specifically made for rugged off-road cycling and that any old steel rim wasn’t going to work. The only shop in town that might have a suitable replacement was Bianchi way on the north side of town heading toward the airport. Edgar wanted to take a series of busses to get there, but that would have taken hours, so I suggested a taxi. He balked at the $1.25 a taxi driver wanted for the trip, but finally agreed on the bargained down price of $1.00. Once at the shop, the shop manager described to us the various options. The only suitable replacement was going to cost about $100 for a rear wheel that would have to be built from scratch, or $150 for a new pre-laced set of imported wheels. My old hub, which was not damaged could not be used because nowhere in Bolivia do they sell rims with 28 spoke holes. Edgar called the bus owner on my cell phone, explained that the bus had been impounded, and described his current predicament. Edgar did not have any means to pay for the wheel, so he was hoping the bus owner would bail him out. I thought about loaning him the money, but then that would have defeated the purpose of everything we were doing. Even from several yards away I could hear the bus owner on the phone yelling furiously at Edgar, who just smiled and told me the owner was pretty upset and was on his way down to the bike shop. I called Susana, a World Concern colleague, and asked her meet me at the bike shop with some cash. I offered to accept $75 for the rear wheel and I was going to put up another $75 so I could buy the pair (front and rear) of wheels, which the shop would only sell as a set. When the bus owner arrived he was furious with both Edgar and me. He said he would only pay for a rim and nothing more because that was all that was damaged. I explained how that was unacceptable because my hub was useless in Bolivia and I needed a whole rear wheel. He said he didn’t have to do anything for me and that he could go down to the station and pay a little bribe and get his bus out in half an hour if he wanted to. He finally calmed down and agreed to take this whole mess to his insurance office and see what they had to say.

Crediform, the bus owner’s insurance carrier, said we needed an official police report before they could process the claim. But because it was approaching lunch time, the negotiations ground to a halt. Everything in Santa Cruz closes between noon and three in the afternoon. At three we met each other again at the police station, but the officer said he would not give us a report until the bicycle was repaired. Finally after much explaining, he agreed to make a report that would be ready at 4:30, but still refused to let the bus out of the impound lot until the bicycle was fixed and I gave the okay. Back at Crediform with the report in hand, we still had problems because the police report had incorrectly reported the license plate number of the bus. Back to the police station to take a digital photo of the bus to prove its identity and to photograph the bicycle to prove it was the model I had declared. The insurance adjuster had a hard time believing that my Klein bicycle originally cost over $2000 or that a rear wheel would cost $100. He just kept saying that he could buy a whole new bicycle for $100. But after a quick internet search he verified the value of the bicycle and agreed print a check for $95. But he had to send someone from the insurance office with me back to the shop to purchase the wheel and bring back a receipt for the exact amount. I added $55 of my own money and bought the better wheel set. By the time everything of finalized and the micro was released from the impound lot it was after 7:00 PM. Edgar still had another three hours left on his shift and was eager to get back to work. Earlier in the day he said he was sure he would be fired over this incident. He said he had had one other small accident two years earlier and ever since then the bus syndicate president had not been nice to him. He assumed today’s problems would be the end of his job. Also, the police had confiscated his drivers license and would not give it back until he paid a $25 fine, an amount equal to five days wages, and more that he could possibly pay in the near future. I left Edgar with well wishes and a bid to be careful.

A one second lapse of attention had crushed my rear wheel (really just a minor inconvenience to me), but to Edgar it would probably mean the loss of steady employment and the creation of an economic hole that he will not be able to crawl out of for months. Vanessa wanted to help Edgar’s family by buying some clothes for their baby daughter, but I had already washed his cell phone number from my hand and don’t know how to contact him again. Maybe we will bump into each other again in the streets.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

An old fellow in the road in Lambrama, a village near Abancay, Peru

Beams Bytes -- January 2006

Dear friends,

So what New Year’s resolutions did you make this year? I made the usual resolutions: lose weight, get fit, and spend more time in Bible study and prayer.

These are all worthwhile goals, but most people in Bolivia have more basic goals such as: “grow enough food (or earn enough money) to insure the family has food on the table.” It amazes me how hard people in South America work for just pennies an hour. The average rural worker earns two to three dollars for a full days labor. Men are often gone from home for months at a time working on large ranches or plantations. Women usually stay home to take care of the children and the families own small farm. Our World Concern projects are designed to help families increase their income through teaching better agricultural practices and by using micro loans to give them a jump start with their own small businesses. It is our hope that by participating in these programs, families can stay together, improve their diets and living conditions, and their children can stay in school. We also share the good news if Christ with project participants. The gospel message shows the way toward purposeful living and provides hope for this present world and beyond. It is hard to change a repressive economic system from the top down, but by working with individuals and families, World Concern is helping from the bottom up, helping people change on the inside. As you begin to prioritize your time and resources for the coming year, think about how you can be involved in making a difference in the lives of poor people here in Bolivia. Of course we appreciate and need your continued financial support, but we also need consistent prayer. And please consider visiting us here in Bolivia so you can see first hand the hardships and how God is using his people affect change.

You may have heard in the news that Bolivia elected a new president on December 18th. Evo Morales, a socialist candidate with strong ties to Cuba and Venezuela, was overwhelmingly voted into office. He received about 55% of the votes—more than any president in the last 50 years. Morales, who does not even have a high school education, is the first indigenous leader elected as president. He is a coca farmer (cocaine is made from coca) and became a strong leader among the cocaleros (coca growers) in the 1990s. He is popular with the rural and Indian population because he has promised to relieve poverty and redistribute the wealth of the country through land reform (taking land away from the wealthy land owners and giving it to the landless Indians), and by nationalizing the oil and gas industry of Bolivia. He will also probably legalize coca production. Admittedly, his platform has made the U.S. government a bit nervous. He has taken a strong anti-American stance and has even threatened to kick American businesses and citizens out of the country. We certainly hope he moderates his stance on some of these issues. Pray for the Bolivia in the next couple of months as we make a transition to this new government. And pray for our family specifically that we will be able to continue our work here unhindered by national politics.

I had a fantastic trip to Puno and Abancay, Peru the first two weeks of December. World Concern would like to expand their work further in Peru, replicating several of our successful Bolivian projects. The poverty in Peru is tremendous, and there are fewer NGO’s and working in these areas of Peru than are working in Bolivia. Two local Christian NGO’s are working in Puno and Abancay that World Concern would like to become partners with. These organizations have a real heart and vision for relieving poverty and sharing the gospel, but they do not have the financial resources to implement effective projects. We will be seeking funding to finance micro-credit, agriculture, and water projects in Puno and Abancay—so keep this concern on your short prayer list as well.

Our family is doing well. We had a great three week visit with Nathaniel over the holidays, but now he is back in Lexington for the remainder of the school year. Thank you all so much for your prayers and support, we could not be here without your help.

In His Grace,Danny


Mailing address:

Daniel and Vanessa Beams
World Concern
Parapeti #146 -- Casilla 3681
Santa Cruz, Bolivia

Office Telephone: 011 591 3336 3664
Home Telephone: 011 591 3352 9156
Email: beamsclan@yahoo.com, danielb@worldconcern.org.bo
Website: www.beamsclan.blogspot.com