(People are just wonderful. I'm having a lovely birthday. Thanks and praise to God for His faithfulness to me over the last 20 years. I miss you, family and friends back at home!)
We're already halfway through with our time here in Mexico -- ¡qué increíble! It's hard to believe, and I'm already fearing the moment when we have to tell the children here goodbye. Even in the last week, God has blessed my relationships with the kids of El Tejaban and He has just grown my love for them so much.
Last Friday, a short-term team from a church in Jacksonville, FL arrived, and despite some challenges -- goodness, have we been blessed by their presence! This is my first time on this side of the mission field (more long-term, rather than short-term), and it's incredible to realize with what vigor and energy a short-term team comes. They only have four days to minister to the children here, and not a second with the kids is wasted. I am so encouraged by their enthusiasm and thirst to know the children in the short time they have at this camp.
I am especially encouraged by the blessings the team brings to the younger boys of the village. My heart just aches for these rowdy boys, knowing their family backgrounds and seeing them struggle to act older and tougher than they need to be. But so far, I haven't seen these boys happier and acting more their energetic, innocent ages than when the FL guys played with them during the past few days of VBS. I don't think the short-term team realizes it, but there is such a change in the young boys when they have older, mature Christian guys around who are willing and wanting to play with them and love on them with all their strength. I just love it.
The short-term team is also helping with construction work around the camp, and I am in charge of re-painting walls, which includes the scary and exciting honor of re-drawing and painting the MTW logo on the camp's front wall! Here is evidence of my awesome team's progress, and later I will show you the finished product:
The two English Clubs are going well:
English class at the church in León met for the second time on Saturday, and I taught the non-English speakers some basic vocabulary and grammar for foods. I was a little nervous at first because it was my first time in a room teaching by myself this summer and all in Spanish, but I was again so encouraged by their desire to learn and their enthusiastic reception to the lesson and game. It was even requested that next class I teach vocabulary words such as "shovel", "spade", and "hammer". (You can probably guess that it was the request of an older gentleman who uses such tools on a daily basis.)
We continue to develop friendships with those in English Club in GTO, and last week we also learned how to dance salsa at their church. This is an interesting experience overall, however, because most of the people who meet for English Club happen to be Mormons. We are praying and working to guard our hearts well and also be clear to them that we are Christians. I am excited to see for what reasons God has brought us together, and what will come of this summer and our interactions.
We've gotten to enjoy quite a few sunsets from the top of the mountain lately:
However, during our last hike, I -- being the Great Klutz that I am -- slipped and turned my ankle (what a surprise…). What a humbling experience, though -- I've learned that I like to be independent, but that night it was necessary for me to depend on other people, and quite literally: three boys from the short-term team took turns carrying me down, and I could do nothing but receive help from others. What grace it is that God gives us, that says -- Do nothing but receive my righteousness as yours. "All the fitness He requires is to feel your need of Him; this He gives you" (Come Ye Sinners, Indelible Grace).
The above pictures were taken at Cristo Rey, where we took the team on Sunday. What was I expecting? A tourist-y trip, in which we'd drive up the windy mountain path and take funny pictures with the Jesus Christ statue. What did we actually get? Hearts heavy and burdened for the people of these cities.
It is an incredible and heart-breaking sight up on the top of the mountain: you see crippled people everywhere, their family members leading them to the feet of the statue of Jesus thinking that this the act of coming before statue will give healing. You see people taking out not just one but several newly bought candles and lighting them, hoping that their act of reverence will bring some change. You see people on their knees, crawling the long walkway towards the feet of the statue of Jesus, craving forgiveness from this dead image of our living God. This land is full of statues and images of Mary and Christ; every time we go on the bus, or are in the city of Guanajuato, we see people making the cross sign whenever they pass by a church. The weight of superstition, and fear and awe of images, is very great. We pray and pray and pray that this land will come to know that God is a living God, that the images they so fear are dead and powerless, and that true healing and true forgiveness and a true change in life come not from throwing oneself down before the statue of Cristo Rey but from the real, living, loving, merciful God.
Things to pray for:
1. The children of El Tejaban: I love them so much. I pray that the VBS activities of the short-term teams open up new doors of conversation with the kids, that God would really use me to show them His endless and all-embracing love.
2. The people of Mexico: that they would know that God is alive in this land, that God would send more full-time missionaries to continue to be His light in these cities.
3. The short-term teams: both the one that is currently here (leaving on Monday), and the one that arrives on Friday, that they would make the most of their short time in this camp, that they would experience God working in and molding their lives for His glory, and for safe travels to and from the States.
4. My ankle: in giving thanks to God my Healer that I am still very able (physically) to lead my construction team and play with the kids of El Tejaban, but also in praying that nothing worse comes of my klutziness, that God will provide throughout the healing process and continue to use me and show others that my work here is not of my own but rather that it comes solely from God's strength.