Coming Home

I must first apologize for the lack of posts lately. Believe it or not, we actually get busy on missions trips and when faced with the decision of writing or sleeping or writing vs. playing with our new friends, writing inevitably lost. Lo siento.

We have been hard at it. On Saturday, we all stayed in Tijuana and did a million little but necessary projects around this home. We organized tool sheds, we fixed bikes, we deep cleaned rooms, some guys installed shower curtains, new sinks, mirrors and a bathroom overhaul, others organized and cleaned closets. It was all thankless but in it we were serving Jesus. That night, 9 of us went to the home of Nicolas the pastor here to stay for the night. I'll try to get someone to share at some point on what that night meant, but needless to say, this humble giving man opened his little home to our travelers...and in doing so became Jesus to us all. His wife, Candi served them 2 incredible meals and the kids gave up their beds so our group could sleep there.

While they were they about 15 of us drove through the Red Light District of Tijuana. I will not even try to describe it but instead tell you about what God did through it. The girls learned about what it means to be God's treasure and to never let anything or anyone lessen that and the guys learned what it means to love unconditionally, what we should be giving our lives to prevent and how to care for women in the world.

The next night, we switched. More went to Nicolas' house, the rest to the Red Zone. In the middle was the city dump, church, some hang time, and lots and lots of beans and rice.

I don't want to diminish any of those, but their stories are too grand for one post.

Our final day has been spent reconnecting with the Mexicans, processing our weeks, laughing a lot and one incredible hike. More to come later...I may write a bit on our flight tomorrow.

Dan