I have been serving in Mexico for just over a decade and I thought it would be fun to take a look back at what those years have held. It sounds like a cliché to describe it as a rollercoaster, but the ups, downs, abrupt switches in direction (and even some motion sickness, to be honest) sound like a good comparison to me. But man, is He faithful. Sure, we tighten our belt and white-knuckle it at times, but we also yell with joy and throw our arms up in a kind of terrified wonder.
In December of 2009 I got my first view of Las Moras. After attempting for several days to get up a slippery road, we finally made it into the village. I got my first taste of the mountain views, the shy-but-friendly people, and the remoteness of my new home.
I saw the house that would be my home beginning to take shape, ate my first tortillas, and washed my laundry in the dirty creek. I scared an older man with my “American” grip handshake and learned that the local greeting means barely touching palms.
I met and talked to people who are now my friends, some of them are now part of the church in Las Moras. I had no idea what God would do and I wondered how he could ever pull it off with us involved. Considering our weakness and human-ness, he really got a chance to show off. It was Him alone. And is. And always will be.
Over the next few months, in early 2010, the people in Las Moras made adobe bricks and a few men in the village turned those bricks into a house for Rachel and me. Teams from the US and fellow co-workers in Chihuahua put on the roof and poured a floor. Plans moved forward to make our dwelling with the Nahuatl to live out God’s love, just as he once tabernacled with us for the same purpose.