This is the third part of the four-part “Mission of the Heart” series
Copyright 2000 Des Moines Register Reprinted with permissionMarch 21, 2000 TuesdaySECTION: MAIN NEWS; Pg. 1AHEADLINE:
Worshippers' languages differ, but spirit is sameDrama, music unite Iowans, Venezuelans
By STEPHEN BUTTRYREGISTER STAFF WRITER El Pauji, Venezuela - The spirit is moving in the narrow street in front of Fuente de Vida School. Few of the Iowans sitting in the benches that block the street understand thewords Pastor Freddie Castillo is singing. The tune they recognize instantly. Bythe time he reaches the chorus, two Assemblies of God are singing in unison. "How Great Thou Art," sing the Iowans. "Cuan Grande Es El," sing Castillo andthe Venezuelans of Fuente de Vida, or Fountain of Life. Castillo is not Fuente de Vida's pastor. His church and home were destroyedin the mid-December deluge of mud, rain and rock that washed away or buriedthousands of Venezuelans. In the jargon of disaster, this was an "act of God." Yet Castillo has onlypraise. "Gloria a Dios," he says, then repeats it, as if he can't say it enough."Glory to God." A loudspeaker booms his words up and down the mountainside. Again and again, the phrase was repeated through the week that about 60Iowans from First Assembly of God in Des Moines spent in Venezuela last month. Language was no barrier when the joined assemblies worshipped in the streetalmost nightly during the Iowans' time in El Pauji. If the visitors could notunderstand words, they could enjoy music. They could share an embrace. Theycould follow dramatic presentations. They could understand Pentecostal fervor. They could appreciate the beauty of the setting, 2,800 feet above sea level,overlooking a valley. Clouds settled about the church most evenings, gently butthoroughly covering the mountainside. "I've sung 'How Great Thou Art' many times but never on the side of amountain, standing in the clouds!" Mike Livingston of Orient, Ia., wrote in hisjournal. "It was a really neat experience." The street, barely two cars wide from the door of the school to the sharp