Living in a third world country sure has a way of making one see things differently. Poverty here is just everywhere and it is heartbreaking. We have people in our church that struggle to just buy eggs, tortillas, beans, rice..something to at least feed their children. We live and work with my dad here in Mexico and together with him, we help the families in our church. Sometimes we give money so they can pay the water bill. Sometimes we buy groceries to help them get through the week. Some people we have helped aren't that grateful and have taken advantage of us. Others are grateful beyond words. Either way, it is still a joy to give. God gets the glory when we obey and He just blesses us for it.
One family, in particular, stands out. This family has been in our church for quite a few years, and from time to time, we have helped them out. I gave Mary our crib that I had been holding on to for years when she had her second son, Saul. We've given her clothes for the boys and for their little girl (named after me and another American friend). When their refrigerator went out a few years ago, John and my dad went in together to buy one for them. Their kids are somewhat shy, but over time, the boys have become more open to us..especially to my dad. David (age 7, I think) would call my dad, 'Tio Juan' (Uncle John). As he grew older and started understanding things a bit more, he realized that my dad was different than them. He would ask Mary, "Is he your brother?" "Is he my Dad's brother?" "Is he my grandfather?" To each question, Mary would tell him that he is none of these. In trying to figure out who this man was that was always helping them and would come over to just sit and visit, he asked, "Well, is he an angel?? Because angels are God's helpers." Wow. When Mary was telling me this, we both cried. Mary said that she told him that yes, in a way he was because God sent him to Mexico. Talk about humbling.
David wrote both my dad and us a wonderful note the other day. Sometimes when you feel that what you do is not enough, you just don't know how God is going to use it. Being lifted up to 'angel' status has about knocked my dad down on his knees, he was so overwhelmed. Us too, for that matter. The note that he wrote was something we will treasure for a very long time.
David (on the right) and his brother Saul
"Thank you brother John and sister Rebecca and your son for the
things that you give to my mom for us. Thank you also in God.
(I think that's what that line says) Goodbye, brothers."
"Hello brother. Thank you for giving us something to eat
and for my school. You are an angel because the angels
help and watch over people. Thank you."