Her name is Juana…one of a tragically sizable number of widows in this formerly war ravaged region of Guatemala.
Juana is leaning against her humble home, and as the photo implies she’s reserved when being peered at through a camera lens, which was an uncommon experience for her when this photos was taken six years ago. But notice something else in the picture–a slight smile and grace that adorns her self-woven attire.
If you knew her story you’d have to ask, “why?” Why would a woman who has lived through a virtual genocide, extreme hunger, displacement and desperate poverty have such a sense of dignity and hope on her face?
I could explain why, in my own words, but instead… let me tell you about what she and 58 other families received two weeks ago at a truly historic event in Agros’ history.
My throat choked, my eyes pooled, and tears fell as she and the other families in the Agros village of Trapichitos, (Trapee-cheetos: “the little sugar mill”), received their land titles after ten years of toil and trust!
Agros exists to enable rural poor families–like those in Trapichitos–to work their way out of poverty as an entire community. Because the rural poor depend on land for their survival and livelihood, Agros works to provide rural villages with long-term credit for farmable land, and then works to train and support the families as they develop a thriving and economically sustainable village. The process takes approximately ten years, and when it’s done the families own it all; it’s theirs for generations to come!
The land title ceremony in Trapichitos was to celebrate the fact that a decade long journey, almost 60 families have made their best dreams come true. After so many decades of suffering, these families now have the knowledge, training, and assets to hand down to their future generations.
This title ceremony was also Agros’ largest land title ceremony to date and was an extraordinary experience for the 19 of us from North America who attended, as well as for several Agros Guatemala staff and board.
Agros has learned over the years that the journey out of poverty does not happen in isolation. Witnessed by representatives of the local Guatemalan human rights commission, the event was also evidence of consistent leadership from in-country Agros staff and villagers, as well as generous partnership from the likes of families, churches, businesses, and service organizations here in the United States (see list and links below).
I’ll never forget my first encounter with these families in February, 2000. There were no roads into the village, and in order to build their homes they had to traverse peaks and valleys, walking four miles each way in order to carry in the block, cement, sand, gravel and rebar for their first 25 homes, (750 cinder blocks per home), carrying it all on their backs and that of the ten mules they’d purchased on a loan from Agros.
I remember visiting each home on an emergency visit of concern and compassion, inquiring of each family following a tragic explosion and fire that killed a beloved young father in the village, causing fear reminiscent of the civil war years when bombs dropped from above and fire was commonplace.
I remember teams of volunteers from the U.S. who came to serve, value, learn, laugh, sing and weep… caring by coming, restoring dignity stolen:

But now, dignity is restored, hope realized, futures secured, dreams unfolding as 10 years later, families own their land, proudly holding their titles, with both husband and wife, or in Juana’s case, alone but in community.
Thanks to all our partners, individuals I cannot take space to name, as well as the following organizations & businesses:
- First Presbyterian Church Boulder, Colorado
- Richard & Joan Ringoen Family Foundation, Inc
- Atlas Coffee Importers www.atlascoffee.com
- Camano Island Coffee Roasters: www.camanoislandcoffee.com
- Caffé Lusso: www.caffélusso.com
- Bellevue Breakfast Rotary Club: http://www.bbrc.net/
- Sun Microsystems Employees Matching Gift Program
- Ball Corporation Employees Matching Gift Program
- Global Giving: http://www.globalgiving.org/
- Jacobson, Lawrence & Associates, PLLC: http://cpajla.com/
- Mountain Bible Church, Los Gatos, CA
- Sammamish Presbyterian Church, Issaquah, WA
- The Dwelling Company: http://www.dwellingcompany.com/
(Photos courtesy of Hilario Pardo, Dan Ringoen and Steve Gnam)
David Carlson: Donor Relations National Director





With the recent passing of Juan, “Señor Tortilla,” Agros has lost an inspirational community leader, a wise and patient employee, and a dear friend. Juan was a father of six, and husband to Juana. He passed away on August 19th, 2009, and will be greatly missed.
Señor Tortilla emerged as a natural leader during the development of El Paraiso and was trusted and respected by those in the community. He was a self-taught, locally renowned furniture craftsman and a keen, mentoring agronomist and soon became a loyal Agros employee. He helped pioneer the new villages of Trapichitos, Batzchocola and Xeucalvitz, translating Spanish into the three dialects of Ixil he spoke. Often you would find him with children from the communities, coloring, playing, and resting with them as they followed him through his days. He had strong faith and was devoted to serving his people.
Last week I was ambling across the beautiful land of the new Agros Nicaragua village “
Alfonso, an Agros Agronomist, said that Manuel had a surprise for us. A few minutes later he pulled over and both hopped out of the truck, crossed the road bending beneath the black mesh canopied Rose training field, with the glint of drawn knife blades shinning as they began their cutting search. Sensing what was up, I searched for my camera and found it in the knick of time, snapping a photo of grace personified in Manuel’s face.
Seizing upon the ceremony as a teachable moment, Sergio Sanchez, Country Director of Agros Mexico, involved all as they streamed forth to sign the symbolic banner of brotherhood. While some could indeed sign, others could only make a thumbprint, followed by one of the village leaders or Sergio, who would write the person’s name above the ink mark.
making. I pause in sheer wonder beneath the hand-hewn trusses of their newest addition, a “beneficio” or coffee processing station, made of 125 lb cut-stone blocks, cement & steel laminate roofing, all hauled up on willing backs from the road far below. The “beneficio” is complete with a large capacity depulper (used to take off the skin of the coffee) and large concrete wash basins in which the depulped-yet-fleshy beans soak for a day. From here the coffee beans “escape” the basins via 4″ pvc outlets into the rinsing trough, where they are paddled to knock off any remainder of the flesh before being put onto sorting/drying frames. The tiny beans are then laid out to sun-dry for a month.
The next day we met the families of El Naranjo — families who are waiting for Agros to raise the needed funds to purchase the land and help them move forward. Many of the families forsook a days wages to meet with us for an update on when they might be able to be roll up their sleeves to begin to work their own land, joining the ranks of the like in San Jose.
This summer, as part of her family’s growing commitment to serve the poor, she and her mother spent two weeks in the beautiful Spanish colonial city of Antigua, Guatemala, immersed in an intensive Spanish language program. Meanwhile, her older sister Sarah (13) was immersed in an ecological program in Costa Rica. Father/husband Steve kept the home-fires going in his law-practice, knowing that what he’d gotten his family into by venturing forth four years prior on that first trip to Xeucalvitz was bearing fruit in ways he’d hoped, beaming on his way into the office, eager to check the latest e-mails from down South!
This type of sacrificial and creative giving exemplifies a heart-felt response, which all of us long to nurture and release when we pause long enough to think about it. So be it a lemonade stand or some other expression, may you and I be encouraged to step outside the “box of comfort” we tend to insulate our lives with, and listen for what we might do too.

“¿Don David, estas bien?†asked my new friend Juana as her small hand reached out to steady my slippery step up the misty pathway to the site of her new home. This 52 year old widow, a “giant†of a woman at 4’4†who was carrying a 20lb cement block on her head, a sack of volcanic rock on her back and her two-year old adopted son, Bernabe, nestled on her front, had just kept me from tumbling down the mountain, taking her and her son with me had I done so.
It was hope that helped Juana survive 36 years of civil war in her native land, as well as the loss of her three daughters and two separate husbands during the war. It was determination and hope that sustained her through years and years of struggle, sorrow, and back-breaking work. Walking with Juana to her new home site, I was clear that it was also the sheer strength of her hope that would now provide a bright future for the light of her life, her adopted son Bernabe, a young boy she rescued from certain infanticide the day he was born. Having lost her family in the civil war, Juana adopted Bernabe while slaving in a coastal sugar cane plantation.

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His strong and gnarled leathery hand closed around the hat-covered brow, hiding the trickle of tears flowing down his cheeks as he recounted the scene 24 years ago, “We’d hidden behind our shanty-town shacks, in hopes of being left to ourselves after the patron (farm owner) had fled the fighting and bloodshed. The soil was stained blood red by the senseless slaughter of our men, women and children. Now, however, its eerily peaceful, save for the distant peal of shower-laden thunderclouds. Once that thunder was brought by the flying machine-guns. We now have a cemetery where our feeble shacks used to stand.”
My merry band of 10 had just finished three rain-soaked days working, laughing, and playing among these 20 previously unknown & “forgotten†families. Now the time for our closing ceremony and signing of a 5 year commitment of “Walking & Working Together†was to mark this newest Journey with a Village partnership. All seemed ready but the dark rain clouds that were unleashing their torrent carried with them an inner darkness yet unknown to me.








