Tetepelcingo outreach

Danbi the piper

hand weaving loom

Tetepelcingo interpreter

Our Spanish classes were invited to go to a nearby village for weekend  ministry. It was a three hour drive, only 45 minutes off the highway.  Quite a few of the mountain roads will not yet be passable after the monsoon
rains. There are, in fact, rains still falling, especially in the
mountains. We traveled to Tetepelcingo on Friday afternoon and returned on  Saturday afternoon. It rained hard Friday night and it rained part of the  way traveling back so we traversed some flash flooding across the roads and  wallowed through some soft sandy beds in places. The ministry for the  Spanish school students was to the children. Of all the places we have been  yet, I believe this had the most children. They were not as bashful or  reticent as most. They were fully ready and waiting for us to come. We had  songs we learned, skits, stories, and games. We spent time with them both  Friday evening and Saturday and it was well we didn't have anymore days than  that as they had far more energy than all of us combined.

The clinic was open both that evening and the next day as well but, there weren't as many clinic personnel as usual so John and I enjoyed sitting in some of the consultations to listen and to pray. There were four mini offices made of sheets hanging from strings tied to the walls inside the church building. Three were for consultation, one was for prayer, then the front held the pharmacy and waiting room. Though we only had a few that came, we had some serious cases. I viewed one lady's endoscopy and the
cancer that she has in her stomach. She was in her sixties and is coming to church regularly, claims to have received Christ, and is for sure receiving prayer and encouragement from the body of Christ. Praise God for that.
Another lady had high blood pressure which was causing several other uncomfortable side issues. Her greatest infirmity, we found out, was that she had lost three of her family members, her husband, a daughter, and a son. These weren't recent deaths but the grief of them was staying with her constantly. She told us she had headaches and that her eyes hurt from crying so much. She needs Jesus.

Tetepelcingo children

We are thankful for the opportunity we had to share the love of Jesus with these people, to cry with them, to hug them, to play with their children.
Though many of them could not speak Spanish, let alone English, love, music,
fun, and medical care transcends all language barriers. We did have a safe
trip, a good nights sleep, and good food with no ill effects as well. Thank
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