Yesterday afternoon I had a visit from a mother who would like for me to find a home for her 17-year-old son who went to the United States illegally and is now being held in a detention center. I talked to the center on three different occasions but of course I was not able to get much information. While I can sympathize, I explained to her there is no such thing as the American Dream and that the best thing for her son would be to come back home to his family in Honduras. Pastor Batista called a church business meeting this morning to begin at 10 o'clock. The regular church service begins at 3 PM, so I was pretty sure we were in for a five-hour meeting. Well, the business meeting didn't start exactly at 10, but we went pretty much till three o'clock. We had to knock off because people were arriving at church. Those two meetings together make for a pretty long Sunday. He and I have a meeting tomorrow morning to discuss his visa, travel dates, and keeping us better informed. Cheryl spoke at Beacon Hill Baptist Church tonight; she had the whole service with PowerPoint and all. I'm sure she did great job; I wish I could've been there. The water pump quit this afternoon so I'm trying to stay clean with hand sanitizer tonight.