We’re home. Glad to be here for a couple of days before I leave for a week of camp. But I can’t help but think of what an amazing day Monday was in Mexico City. It was by far the high point of the mission trip.
Monday we left the house early for a little Mexican village about 2 hours north of Mexico City. We spent the major part of the day working in a little park where kids play soccer, basketball and play on playground equipment. We worked hard, and then we were invited to play a game of soccer with some of the locals, in which we were killed.
Following the soccer game, the church members treated us to a Mexican feast, which they called “barbacoa”. They offered us their very best food. We explained to the kids earlier that day … whatever you are offered … eat it! The food was pork, lamb and other Mexican favorites.
Later that day, we took clothes that we had gathered from our own closets before we left Childress, and drove to an area of Apaxico where the poorest lived. We pulled into a little neighborhood, opened the tailgate on the pickup and people started coming from everywhere. We gave out shirts, pants and a few hats to those who have nearly nothing. It was gut-wrenching watching how we made these people so happy with what I’d considered our “leftovers.” I wasn’t sure how I felt. Had I really sacrificed anything offering only my used clothes? I became emotional watching the children speak to me in the universal language of a smile. I couldn’t understand their language and they couldn’t understand mine … but their eyes and smiles said everything. They were so beautiful and I wanted to give more, but had nothing else. I took pictures while the others gave away the clothes. When we got back from the clothing give away … my heart broke again when I saw our teenagers crying. They’d been touched by this more than anything else.
One of our youth group’s beautiful teenage girls summed it up best when she said with tears rolling down her cheeks, “I think I need so much to make me happy, then I see these children that are so happy just to have a used shirt… I realize I’m so blessed.”
“…For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'”
I know there’s a lot of pictures … I just wanted you to get “visual” idea of what we experienced. Again, thanks for letting me share our Mexico mission activities with you!
The feast of pork and lamb we had for our supper.
We pulled up on a dirt street among some homes and the people came running.
Trying on clothes outside their home.
A new hat and a new shirt for one little boy and a smile from his sister.
Giving out clothes from the back of a pickup.
One of their homes.