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Mexico was the most heart-wrenching outreach I have ever been on. Why? Was it because the town we went to didn’t have any running water? Was it because the cartel ran some of the villages, ruining so many kids’ lives? Was it because kids in villages were being married off by the age of 10? Was it because of the …
(Every year, thousands of partiers flood Mazatlan’s streets for Carnaval. Hundreds of YWAMers also flood the streets to share the love of Jesus.) The other night, I made a stranger cry. I didn’t mean to. I promise. But there I was, sitting at a café table in the middle of the frantic bustling streets of Carnaval, speaking to a middle-aged …
Even though it was supposed to be the rainy season in Carmen Serdan, Mexico, the sun was shining brightly. It was our last day at The Mission, a special needs orphanage with 16 “kids” ranging in age from 8 to 46, most of which are in their 20s. Of the 11 girls that we met – the youngest was in …
Written by Katie DTS Student On the outskirts of Cancun, you find numerous slum villages. One of these is Cuna Maya, a place that only a few years ago was empty land, but is now filled with dilapidated homes made from whatever hotel construction debris was dumped there. Uneven dirt roads that can barely fit a vehicle, if it can …
Written by Katie DTS Student The sun blazed down from a bright blue sky as we headed to the market. Keisha and I ducked out of the sun into a vendor’s stall. “Do you have any shirts for sale?” we asked. While the vendor searched for shirts, we started talking to him. His name was Victor, and he was from …
I stood on the round cement table directly in the middle of the small triangle park area in between three roads. The night air was comfortably warm as I looked up to the stars in the sky and shouted the name of Jesus. How on earth did I get to this moment? Me, the quiet reserved one, shouting God’s name …
By Katie DTS Student It was dark when we pulled up to the rehab center. We squeezed out of our van and filed through a gated door past the guard. We greeted the few patients who sat on couches in the front foyer, then walked down the wide hall to the big open room at the end. We sat in …
photo credit: Jackie Streng “Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak with the weak, vulnerable with the vulnerable, and powerless …
We arrived in Creel after an all night ride on a Mexican charter bus. We stayed the first night in a cozy little hotel on the town square, and explored our surroundings the next day. The town is beautiful! Little native curio shops, restaurants, and grocery stores line the streets. Tarahumaran women walk around in colorful traditional dresses with babies …
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