Last year I wrote about a particular engineer whom I am quite fond of. I feel I must share an update on how he is doing down here in the field.
When we got married, Kary was largely a field engineer. He spent many days and many kilometres driving to and from various oil fields, inspecting old wells, installing bubble tests and surface casing vent pressure monitors. He would don his blue coveralls, boots and hardhat and hit the road. We were both fortunate in that his field trips were often 1 or 2 days, not usually much longer. He would come back tired but satisfied. After spending a couple of weeks behind a desk in the office, he would say “I need to get out to the field again soon.”
Kary is one of those engineers who likes the analytical part of a project. He makes a mean spreadsheet. He cracks numbers with his teeth. His brain stores ideas and information and then spits it out at just the right moment. And then, there is Kary’s more thoughtful, pensive side. He mulls over ways of doing things. He calls it problem solving but I think it’s more like building lego in his mind. He can visualize steps in order. He has an adeptness at thinking about ways things can go right, and ways things can go wrong. You need people like this in your life.
Every now and then, Kary needs to ditch the desk and get his boots on.
And that is what he did for the last 3 weeks since getting ‘the phone call’.
It was a nice date night. We were enjoying dinner at a restaurant in Merida, eating a specialty of the house, deep fried onions injected with chipotle. They arrived at the table like little charcoal briquettes.
The phone call came and at first we thought to ignore it. But when you live in Mexico and Lethbridge Alberta calls, curiousity sets in.
Ten minutes later, the deal was being cast. The director of TGCF (our umbrella organization that provides our non-profit status) was introducing Kary to a man who we will call Phil to maintain anonymity.
Phil is a self-made business man in the construction and dirt-moving business, a Christian. He pulls no punches and he is a no-nonsense guy. His emails contain four or five words like ‘do it’ or ‘send me the flight details’.
Less than a week after the phone call, Kary had convinced Phil to fly down and do some work at Camp John 3:16.
The photos of the work that Kary and Phil did with Gama and the locally hired crews say it all. There are concrete trucks pouring the floor and roof of a dormitory, a D9 clearing a soccer field, rebar being installed to pour a multi-sport court. Find an engineer and a get-er-done guy, add a local missionary with a story about being rescued by being invited to a camp. Throw in a translator and a lot of arm waving. Mix in salbutes and some Coca Cola. Add some donated time and seed money. Pray like there’s no tomorrow, and then see what happens.
Pastor Gama is floored by the progress made over the last two weeks. He says he hasn’t seen this much progress at the Camp in four years. He knows this is simply an answer to prayer.
I wonder if this is also an answer to prayer for Kary.
God bless the local church, the engineers and the get-er-done people of the world.