Elohim Church is at the top of the Tarahumara Mountains in a community called Huisuchi. The Rarámuri are a group of indigenous people of the Americas living in the state of Chihuahua in Mexico. The Rarámuri weave artisan baskets called, “Wares” and they come to Elohim, a Christian church lead by David Quiñonez and Claudia Quiñonez in exchange of food and pantry items. Some women walk up to 6 hours to reach the church and exchange their Wares for some corn and other food products. Wares are baskets generally used to store tortillas, but can be used to store any kind of items. Every purchase will help support the Rarámuri in the Huisuchi Community.
Elohim de Huisuchi, Iglesias cristiana está en lo alto de la Sierra Tarahumara en una comunidad llamada Huisuchi. Los Rarámuri tejen unas artesanias llamadas Wares y llegan a la Iglesias de los misioneros David Quiñonez y Claudia su esposa, quienes tienen años predicando allá, y los intercambian por comida y despensa. Algunas mujeres caminan hasta 6 horas para llegar a la iglesia e intercambiar sus Wares por algo de maíz y otros productos para comer. Los Wares son canastitas con tapadera, generalmente las usan para tortillas, pero pueden guardar cualquier cosa en ellos. Cada compra ayudara a los Rarámuri de la comunidad de Huisuchi.
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Even the wind admires the perfect day because it too softens its speed. It can almost whisper that autumn is coming, and soon the trees will too turn golden; and trees and the sun and the wind will create a symphony... The perfect day, where worries seem to dissipate and nothing takes your breath away as the setting sun tells you the perfect day will be forevermore, a golden day.
There is magic when you see the changing colors of the day. So take your time, enjoy each day, because everyday is the perfect day.