Sunday, April 21, 2013

I stayed home.  Mayela and Kathy went to Caballo but couldn't find the church.  So, they drove to Cruces (70 miles) to church!  And, the preacher was visiting from Oklahoma and he preached on missions.  Could it have been more perfect?  Kathy has a missionary's heart.  She's just bustin' to do mission work.  Last w/e she and Mayela went to Juarez.  They want me to go, but my husband says no.  Juarez is dangerous.  The drug cartels and murdering and raping and the news shows dead bodies that they sat in chairs on the side of the road with notes attached to their chests with ice picks, and bodies hanging from bridges.  It's horrifiying.

So Mayela and Kathy went to Juarez.  They walked over the bridge instead of driving.  Long story short, they gave beans and rice and clothes to a family.  The little girl cared not a whit about the clothes.  She liked the breakfast cereal.  She held onto the cereal box and would not let go of it.  Photos show her holding tightly to the cereal.  They ate it with water and were exceedingly happy.  Kathy cried and cried and Mayela has a photo of that too.

The little boy, about eight years old, liked the hand-me-down cowboy boots.  Kathy asked him why he didn't put them on.  He had placed them is a cubby with a fabric drape in front of it.  He told her he didn't want to use them up. 

The poverty there, so close to us, is heart rending.  They had no heat.  No electricity.  No running water.  They live like that every day.

Mayela and Kathy talked to the preacher after church.  He said he'll get them into a class to learn about missionary work.  Mayela, I'm so proud of how assertive and articulate she was, said they have no church right now and are kind of lost.  He said he knew of our church and that he and some other pastors have plans to talk with out pastor about resigning.  She said he didn't used the word "resign" but that's what she thought the word he used meant.  I'm so glad to hear some godly men will come to our rescue.  My church needs help.

I love my pastor.  I miss him.  I wake in the morning and think of he and his wife and family.  He has a gift, for sure.  A God-given gift for preaching and teaching and connecting people up to the Word. I'm a product of that church and he taught us to always look to scripture.  We are not to be like fledglings, opening our mouth and swallowing whatever is before us!  Our job is to check the scripture, and I know what 1Tim 3 and Titus 1 say. 

I just want everything fixed; to go back the way it was.

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