Landing in a mix of beautiful green trees, open fields of dirt, the green and blue Pacific, and the low buildings of Puerto Vallarta was our family's first opportunity to minister in Missions together. In the midst of dirt roads, trash filled fields, and cinder block houses sat a cinder block building a little larger than the houses. Our first day of actual mission work was to pour a concrete floor in this cinder block building better known as a church. The thickness in the air of the humid hot of a summer day was stifling at times, the sweating had already begun. Only blocks from the church was a central basketball court along with a minimal playground and not far away a dirt field that doubled as a soccer field. This would be the place of our afternoon and evening outreach. We sent teams out into the neighborhood to invite all interested to get free medical care, have a free meal (hot dogs), and watch the kids do a skit. As activity began to flourish around the basketball court, another team member gave an announcement over the sound system, then kids began to find their way to a bustling group of white faces in a sea of brown ones. Kids from the age of babies to even teenagers were interested in all the stirrings and especially when some balloons for balloon animals were pulled out. As I looked out over the now more than 100 children, I was taken in by the faces of these children. Many who had no shoes, the Holy Spirit began to sneak into a place in my heart where the compassion and love of God was moving within me before I could try to stay within the safe boundaries of my logic and reason. As I continued to look into their faces, John 3:16 which is plastered around at football games and often quoted began to come alive. Jesus spoke those words with these children in His heart, they were the world that God so loved He sacraficed His only Son. My heart was broken for these children, not out of guilt or sense of duty but of His love for them. Being reserved and rather shy I kept all these stirrings hidden from others but Father was changing me. As the medical team found me to pray for a girl who was 11 years old and had seen some men break her mother's jaw only 15 days earlier, I was again undone by the love of God for her. Her name was America, she had radiant cheeks and was only a little shorter than my daughter Megan (also 11 years old). What a privilige to lead her through forgiving these men and then let Jesus lift her fear.
May His love break your heart for others,
Bret
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