Yesterday, our friends Clint and Karen took us on an adventure. Our family along with the family that runs Casa Canaan [Carla, Yara, and their 4 children] and a precious couple Lance and Sarah [who you will meet soon] went south for a few hours and ended up at the bottom of Mexico at some cabins on a beautiful lake that borders Guatemala. We unpacked our cars, set up our cabins and everyone said “Vámonos” and we all started walking. It was about 5 o’clock and the sun was going down. We walked down a muddy road and over a muddy “bridge” and even a muddier dark road. The smell of fire was thick and the sun was going down fast. When we got to the top of the hill there was a huge sign that said Guatemala. We had entered Guatemala through a no check point spot.
One foot in Mexico, One foot in Guatemala
We met a man at the border with a cowboy hat and he lead the way. He lead us to his house. We met him, Fransisco and his wife Berta along with one of his daughters and we all sat around his one room house that has a battery powered light to light the house. As the evening went on we found out that Carlos and Yara have been friends with these people for years. They have been serving that community for 20 plus years and have about 50 people that attend their church. They said many times that they are suffering in the name of the Lord. Honestly, I don't think our American minds can even relate. These amazing people minister to not only their community but also workers that are passing through... and not just workers from Latin American countries. Just a few weeks ago they housed and served food to groups of migrant workers from China and India. Without money, no electricity, and in different languages, their little house with a concrete stove is a gateway to spread the gospel all over the world! We prayed together, worshiped together, and gave thanks together! Through tears, Berta kept repeating over and over again, "Gloria a Díos." (Glory to God.) We had church in that place! Jesse and I pray that that moment never leaves our family’s hearts and minds.
I love their hot pink walls.
The next morning we walked back over to say hi and do a little shopping and Fransisco who has no money to his name brought us tortillas that Berta had just made and escorted us all through his town. He also took a few of us to a water fall that runs to the side of the village. He and I were starting to bond even though he could not understand a word I was saying and I made him take a selfie with me. I can tell you that I have never taken a “selfie” before and I probably judge those that do way to much… but I found it great joy to take a selfie with my new friend Fransisco!
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