I’m in AFRICA.   Whoa.   We’re settled into temporary housing at a Christian school at the moment.  Our host, Dr. K, was with us on Wed. and Thurs., and showed us how to do most things around the area.  We…

He said Jesus was the great supermarket.  And it made more sense than most things.   Pastor Juan Lopez is the pastor of a small church called “Templo del Buen Samaritano” in a small village (ejido) called Santa Adelaida.  He’s…

“Do you know who I am?”, he asked.   “You’re Mikey,” I said.  His hospital bracelet corroborated the name.   “Yes, that’s right,” he said.  “But do you know who I am?”   “Who are you, Mikey?”   Mikey smiled. …

It was our first trip to the MTI worksite.   Instead of taking part in the manual labor, I went as a translator on a prayer walk through the community near the worksite (yes, Dad – its just like trustee…

We met them on a bench by the bus stop in front of the mall.   That morning we had received a message.  A challenge was posed to us:  How can we be Jesus walking the streets of Matamoros today? …

Her name is Irma.   Who is she?  She is a wife, a sister, a believer, a saint, a baker of cheesecakes, a smiler, a laugher, and a mother, though she has no children.   When we first met Irma,…

When you cross the border, everything changes.   Once-paved roads are now paths of rocks and dirt.  Signs once understood now become meaningless conglomerations of letters.  Suburbs are soon replaced by “ejidos”, or loose collections of houses.  Well-manicured lawns are…

While in a meeting yesterday, I was asked to pinpoint characteristics of my identity that would be effective in church ministry.  One of my group members looked at me and said the following:   “You seem like a pretty adventurous person.”…