People are the same everywhere.

Visitation today was a bit more like in the States than what I have typically experienced in Uruguay. Here are some examples of what I mean:

One man actually raised his voice and shut the door on us - this is a first for me in this country.

Two children came out of a house to tell us that their parents were not home and that she was not allowed to talk to strangers. A short time later the mother came into the front yard. The problem was that I was looking back up the street and saw her. When she saw me she ran back into the house. I said to my visitation partner that the mother was teaching her daughter to lie. He responded "Yes, and one day she will lie to her mother too"

Another lady was very receptive and talkative until we mentioned death. She then became visibly disturbed and asked that we leave.

I admit that we, my visitation partner and I, were dressed similar to the Mormons. White shirts and ties. One boy even exclaimed the Mormons are coming. How sad it is that a white shirt and tie are immediately associated with Mormons. When we arrived at his house we clarified that we were Baptists.

The reality is people are the same regardless of where they live. There are no boundaries to the lost condition of man. There is no place that someone can be born where they do not inherit the sin nature. Today was a great reminder that even though the people are very friendly most of the time, they are still lost and in need of Christ as their Saviour.