Of all the things that John and I do here, going to the mission is definitely our favorite. We live and spend most of our time in Bucerias, but on Tuesdays and Saturdays, we drive 30 minutes into the jungle-covered hills to a small town called San Ignacio. We do worship, kids classes and bible studies with the people there. We also feed the people a couple times a month. Since we started working here, I have known that this is one of the poorest towns in the region. But after a few weeks, I stopped noticing the dirty faces, the ill-fitting clothes, and just focused on the kids. Basically, I forgot they are poor. Yesterday, I was reminded.
Let me back up. On Saturday, Pastora Maya, our pastor’s wife, stopped by the mission in San Ignacio after our service was over and we were playing with the kids. She noticed one of our youngest and most faithful attenders, a 4-year-old girl named Abby. Maya asked about how often she come to the mission and if her parents were there, if they ever came. I didn’t know much about her family, just that she comes very faithfully with her 10 year old sister, and that I had never met her parents. Maya decided that she wanted to go home with them, to meet their parents and see where they live.
The next day, she told me about her visit. There are four children who come to the mission very often (I didn’t even realize all four of them are related!) and a cousin who also comes faithfully. Neither of their parents were home. Their mother was working cleaning houses in Sayulita 15 minutes up the road. The oldest, Alisha, said that she would be home around 6 or 7 pm. Their father was working in Vallarta, about an hour away. If he wasn’t drinking, he would be home about the same time. Maya asked if they had any food, and who would cook it for them. (Prepackaged food is very rare here, and too expensive for most people.) Alisha said that her brother and sisters like rice, and she would make if for them. Maya asked if they had a stove and if she knew how to work it. She did. Stoves here are different than in the States. They are propane and never have a striker. To light them, one must turn on the gas and light it oneself with a cigarette lighter. Alisha regularly does the cooking for her siblings because her parents work so much to support the family. Another thing about Alisha, she is almost blind in one eye.
While Maya was there, the kids showed her a photo album. It was the happiest day of Alisha’s life, her 5th birthday party at Kindergarten. Maya was inspired by this to come back with her niece, a photographer, to take pictures of the kids and print them so they had some pictures of themselves. She invited me to go with them yesterday.
Pastora Maya with Mona, a cousin, on the porch |
We drove back in to the neighborhood further than I had been before. We approached a ladder that led to a double staircase that ended at their front porch. Two little girls appeared and threw themselves into my arms. They were so excited that I was there. Daily, I wish that I could communicate more with them, that my Spanish was better, but yesterday I realized that I don’t have to speak perfect Spanish for them to feel loved. Just being faithful to them every week, showing up and doing lessons with them matters.
Their mom was home with them yesterday. Maya talked with her while the kids had their photos taken. Their mom is a beautiful lady who loves her kids and works hard for them, but is already stretched beyond her limit. She showed us her home. She knows how little they have. I was struck with how vulnerable she was.
The mom told us that she works 12 hours a day 6 or 7 days a week. For that, she earns about $400 USD a month. Her husband, who probably works similar hours, earns less. Maya explained that she wanted to make a photo album to give to the kids like the one they had showed her the Saturday before. The mom thanked her humbly, and told us that she had never seen a photograph before Alisha had brought some home from school. Ever. Her kids had to explain what a photo was.
The house has one room with a bunk bed made by her husband, a tv, a two burner range, and a small table that acts as a kitchen counter. The bathroom is two stories at ground level. I didn’t see a mattress on the bed frame, just blankets. Her husband and her shared the bottom with their youngest, and the older three shared the top bunk. The walls were made of exposed cement block, and two of the walls were unfinished, leaving a 7 ft x 5 ft opening. She told us that it used to get very cold at night, but they had recently bough a green mesh to cover the window. They didn’t really have a front door, just a sheet and a piece of plywood to lean against the opening.
I didn’t know what to do or say. It is one thing to see something like this on tv. If we are going to compare it, maybe I’ve seen worse, but never in real life, never with kids that I care about. I knew that this is what San Ignacio is like. I just hadn’t seen it before. This family is not unusual. The long work hours, the kids caring for each other because no one else is home: that is normal. I’ve heard the kids at the mission say that their parents hit each other, or that they drink too much. Life here is really hard, and I know that. It is different seeing it.
Maya asked the mom if she believed that Alisha is totally blind in one eye. The mom said that she had never asked her. She said that she had never taken Alisha to the doctor because she didn’t have time because of her work schedule. I am thinking that money is also a factor. Maya is planning on taking her to the doctor in the next couple weeks. Alisha might need surgery.
When we climbed back in the car, Maya said to me “those girls are never going to forget your face. They will remember you for the rest of their lives.” She went on about how important what we are doing is. How it will change these kids’ lives. Then, she said “I still remember the missionary who came to my village and taught me about Jesus. Her face is still in my mind.” She said that the mission is the highlight of the week for them. They look forward to it the way that we would look forward to a movie coming out or something like that. I asked her son later if Maya had been raised as a Christian. He said no. Maya was the first one in her family to accept Christ. Here is the thing: Maya is the 9th of 10 children, raised in a very poor family on the Baja. She was exactly like these kids. She met Jesus at a mission like the one in San Ignacio. Several of her family members have accepted Christ and she has led many many children to Jesus in Sunday school, at kids programs, and on her front porch. Those kids have grown up and broken the cycle of poverty in their families. They don’t drink or smoke dope like their parents did. They have real jobs. Some are the first in their families to have steady work. They don’t beat their kids. They love their spouses. They don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend on the side, like is so very common here in Mexico. Their lives are changed because of Jesus. That is what we are doing in San Ignacio. With my sputtering Spanish and ridiculous kids songs, I have the privilege of watching Jesus change these kids in to movers and shakers in their communities. Jesus is plucking them out of impossible poverty and turning their hearts to him. In the middle of awkward, stressful circumstances, when I can’t understand what they are saying, God is here. I am so grateful to be here too.
-Moorea
Please pray for this family, that God will touch their hearts, and change their lives. Pray that Alisha's eye is healed, or that the doctors will be able to correct the damage.
Please also pray for one of the La Fuente Pastors, Fredy. He has been having some health problems and the doctors do not know what is wrong. The words hernia and cancer have both been used. He is in his thirties and has two young children. He has faith that God is going to heal him. Please pray into that with us and for peace for his family.