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Corriendo Fuera de la Clase

Corriendo Fuera de la Clase Hola amigos, 1/4/2019 Ella se puso de pie para compartir y luego solo salió corriendo del salón de clases. Yo estaba confundido, no tenía idea de lo que estaba pasando. A los pocos minutos ella regresó y comenzó a llorar y a compartir sobre algunas violencias terribles que habían sucedido en su familia. Esto empezó alrededor de las 8 en la clase; uno por uno empezó a llorar y compartir sobre la violencia que tuvo lugar con sus tíos, tías, padres, abuelos o vecinos. Esto terminó ocupando todo el tiempo de las dos últimas clases de mi tiempo en Colombia. Probablemente fue la primera vez que ellos habían compartido estas cosas fuera de sus familias. Esto seguramente fue curativo para muchos de los estudiantes. La amiga adulta que estaba allí mencionó que ella estaba experimentando la curación del trauma yendo a la iglesia. Ella espera que fuera a la escuela a ayudar a algunos de estos alumnos. Fue un verdadero regalo poder escuchar y compartir estas cosas. Luego, como a menudo hacen los alumnos después de las clases, decían: " Nadie alguna vez ha venido a hablarnos de estas cosas. ¿Cuándo vas a regresar? & quot; Me hizo sentir que debería regresar en un año más o menos, algo que me he estado preguntando. Estas fueron las últimas 20 clases de bachillerato que tuve que compartir en estas 2 últimas semanas. Mis anfitriones calculan un total de por lo menos 600 estudiantes. Oremos por estos estudiantes y para que los Estados Unidos no ingresen a Venezuela con el ejército, algo que significará mucha muerte y sufrimiento para los venezolanos. Las sanciones de Estados Unidos se suman a las sacristías en Venezuela. Shalom para ti hoy, Jim

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