I haven’t written a blog since we’ve been in Mexico. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve been able to sleep later here than I do at home. Even though the streets are full of policemen strapped with machine guns, there’s a strange, sort of laid back feeling here.
For the sake of protecting the stellar, intellectual reputations of some, the people I am about to be referring to shall remain nameless. To put it as sweetly as I know how, each person on this mission trip is unique. They’re their own special, little kind of person.
So far, one man thought a woman was dying of prostate cancer. Another girl thought a marriage therapist actually told a husband to dance half naked around a John Deer. One woman pooted and let another woman’s husband take the blame; which could’ve easily resulted in them having to seek counseling.
Ok, so that one was me! But the husband pleading with his wife, who was shooting him looks that could kill, to tell him what he’d done wrong was priceless. The poor thing had no idea why his wife was so mad at him. Finally she said, through clinched teeth, “Did you fart?!” He said “No, of course not!” Which, thankfully, made everyone around crack up, which took the pressure off me to tell the truth. Of course I eventually did tell the truth.
Now, back to everyone else. One man gave another man a “raspberry” in the shower. Don’t even ask. One man keeps accusing one of the women of talking too much, which is certainly not true. I’m certain that he’s jealous because people listen to this woman more than they do him. One guy dreamed he was fighting and kicked through a ceiling tile, and we’re all jealous of the guy who’s continuously being felt up.
A few here are quiet. I’m not sure if they just can’t get a word in, or they’re just quiet. Some people worked really hard while others sat and watched. I prefer to look at “those people” as Mary’s in a Martha kind of world. Some smoke while others suffer in silence. Some cook, while others clean up; and some just eat. Some play soccer with the Mexicans, while those, who are more mature, sit and chat.
Everyone on this trip is different, but the one thing we all have in common is our desire to share the love of Christ. Whether its by doing manual labor, giving out candy, praying, or teaching kids poot noises. Everything we have done here, has been done out of love for people, and most importantly, love for our Savior.
There will be much more to come from this adventure, so stay tuned! Just know that God has been sweet on this trip so far, and I expect Him to continue showing up!
Everything in the world is about to be wrapped up, so take nothing for granted. Stay wide-awake in prayer. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes! 1 Peter 4:10-11