If you wake up early in the morning and walk to the
amphitheater to see the sunrise, you are treated to a host of sights and
sounds. The birds chattering in the trees. Roosters crowing in the neighborhood
perched precariously on the hill across the street from the City of Children.
There is the smell of pancakes or hot cereal rising from the ninos’ dorms.
Then at 7:25 a.m. we’re back down the hill to the plaza and
the porch to the American kitchen to begin our day with God’s word. We’ve
already seen his handiwork splashed across the morning sky and in the lives of
the people, young and old, that we serve beside. Each morning, we all come to
sit together and mediate on the morning’s devotional that the interns have
prepared for us. We do this here. We don’t all do it at home. Why is that?
There is something about this place that we thirst for God’s word and community
and sitting together in his word and sharing his heart. Something we might
avoid in our other lives. Is it the lack of distraction, being unplugged and
separated from the stress and struggles that weigh us down at home? [Note: It’s
fun being somewhere that when you see a group of teens huddled together it’s because
they’re praying and not because they’re crowded around someone’s phone.] Or, do
we thirst because we serve? A wise man in my life once told me that God doesn’t
make muscle bound Christians. What he meant is God gives us strength when we
have a need for strength. Yes, we have a need for spiritual strength back at
home but we don’t recognize it. Here we do. Let’s make the next 51 weeks like
this one.
This will be a glorious day. Even though we packed more than
ever before into Sunday, much of the real work begins today. We start
construction on the house in Maneadaro and visit the church and distribute food
and toys to the children there. We begin crafts with the children and start our
puppet shows. Our teens will share their testimonies with the Mexican teens.
Little Toy Story snacks will be crafted. We’ll have classes with the mamas and
a devotional with the papas here. We’ll divide the children into teams and
camp-style games will be organized and played. There are children to hug and to
laugh with. So much to do. And while we’re lost in service and focused in others,
somewhere along the way when we least expect it but most need it, we’ll turn a
corner and we’ll see the face of God smiling in a child’s eyes, in a sunrise,
in one of the mamas thanking us. He’s here. He’s where you are as well. We can’t
wait for the next glimpse. Lord knows.
[By the way, thanks so much to those of you who have commented on our posts. We appreciate the encouragement and we read these aloud to the group during our nightly gathering before prayer.]
[By the way, thanks so much to those of you who have commented on our posts. We appreciate the encouragement and we read these aloud to the group during our nightly gathering before prayer.]
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Posted this on my Facebook page yesterday but wanted to leave it here to be shared. "Every day I check the blog to see what my kids and the NBYG are doing in Mexico. And every day I shed tears, thanking God for the blessing of my church. Thanking God that He led us here and that my kids teach me more than I ever dreamed of teaching them. Nelson I'm not sure how to thank you for the gift of the blog, but thank you." Love you all! Elizabeth Shirley
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