Mirame, Mirame
Last month about 40 members and friends of our church went to Mexico on a mission trip. Our assignment was to serve an orphanage in Chihuahua by helping with some building projects and general upkeep of the facility that serves about 50 children. But more than that, we were called to spend time with those children to remind them that someone cares and help reinforce the mission of the orphanage to assure them that there is a Father who ultimately cares for them. So, while much of our time was dedicated to cleaning, and painting, and drywall, we spent an equal amount of time just hanging out with the kids. A good portion of that time was on the playground. I can still hold my own by throwing, hitting, or kicking a ball, but there’s no way I could possibly keep up with the stamina of 8 to 15-year-olds. I needed breaks and often found myself taking a seat while the younger members of our mission team kept up the pace. But even as I sat,...