On June 1, I flew down to Texas and met up with the young adult group from Trinity-Klein in Spring. Aside from my friend Lindsay, I had no idea who would be going, and I really didn't quite know what we would be doing. That's not typical for a Type-A person like myself, who likes to plan and know what I'm getting into, but when the opportunity for me to go on the trip came up at the last minute, I left it in God's hands and went along for the ride.
Our group consisted of 7 folks, pictured below from left to right at El Potrero Chico, an internationally known rock-climbing location:
- Myself
- Tim (My brother went to high school with his sister)
- Linds (we go WAY back)
- John-David (the youth minister at Trinity)
- Anne (I played basketball in high school with her)
- Christine (I was good friends with her brother at A&M)
- Kerri (not pictured. I went to A&M with her sister)
I think it's so cool that even though I didn't know our group, I had common ties with all of them! In Laredo, we met up with the high school youth group from St. Paul, Ft. Worth, where my sister was married and where a number of my friends now attend church. Again, we didn't know this group, but by the end of the week, we had all made new friends. St. Paul has an amazing youth group and awesome adult leaders. There's some great things going on in that place.
As a group of about 50 folks, we drove to El Carmen, where we would be working on an orphanage. The orphanage now has 25 kids staying on the lower level. We were working to prepare the upper level so they could take care of 25 more kids. The long-term vision is to support 10 such orphanages, caring for 500 kids total. At the orphanage, the kids receive food, clothing, education, love, and Christ.
I was on the "Tiling Team", and quickly became a pro at laying ceramic tile. The "Grout Girls" came behind us to finish up with grout. Here's a pic of the main room with the diagonal pink "rug" in the middle:
The kids were still in school during the day, so we only got to play with them in the evenings. Before they were allowed to play, they had to finish their homework. I tried to help a 5-year-old with her homework...Let's just say my Spanish skills need some brushing up:
On Wednesday, we went to the market in Saltillo. This was my 4th time in Saltillo. In 2003, on my first trip to Saltillo, we were waiting around in the parking garage, so as always, I pulled out my koosh ball and tried to stay entertained. Without thinking, I chucked my koosh ball up as high as I could. It went up, up, up, but never came down! It got stuck in the lip of an I-beam in the rafters of the garage. I was very sad to leave it there, but every year since then, we always parked in the same garage and I got to check on my koosh ball. I was curious if it would still be there now in 2007. Sure enough, it is! Granted, now it is very black and hardly recognizable, but I know it is there:
All in all, this was a good, refreshing trip. Seeing a different culture, different ways to worship, and different lifestyles always renews my perspective on things. God is great, and the diversity He has created in the world is amazing. How great that day will be when we see all nations worshipping the Lord, as in Revelations 15:4:
"Who will not fear you, O Lord, and bring glory to your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before you, for your righteous acts have been revealed."
But as Romans 10:12-15 says, how can all nations come and worship unless we share the hope we have:
"For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, for, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!"





