Day 9 & 10: True Acts of Compassion, Mercy and Justice.
DAY 9
Even though it’s been only 9 Days, I’m having a hard time remembering what I did on which day. I thought that it was old age, I mentioned this to Bruce and he smiled and said “Welcome to Mexico!”
This afternoon, we met up with two local covenant pastors. One of the questions that I’ve asked all the pastors was “What are some challenges you face in ministry?” For the most part, it always has to do with the fact there are so many people who have a hunger to learn and grow yet the pastors do not have enough time and resources. It seems odd contrastingly that in America, it’s just the opposite, way too much resources but not enough hunger to grow and learn. To them, the hunger pangs they have for Jesus is the same kind of hunger pangs they have for food, shelter and community. I am humbled by their level of passion and faithfulness.
The pastors drove us to several school sites known as “Semillas de Salud” (Seeds of Health)where they have done some partnership work to serve the community mainly through medical care. Unlike Colombia, Mexico has a strict separation of church and state policy. So while the church ministry does not overtly pray and share the gospel, they display their love for God and serve their community through acts of compassion, mercy and justice. A medical doctor volunteers her time twice a week to care for the children of the schools. Church groups from the US, while they are not allowed to “proselytize” the students, come to the schools to give basic health screenings. I asked the pastor who was in charge “How does gospel sharing happen in such partnership with the schools?” and he said that while we don’t preach the gospel, we “show the gospel through acts of compassion and servanthood. And if students and family ask ‘who are you and why are you doing this?’ they would explain that they are from the local church and they do it because God commands us to serve. The church’s hope is that through their act service, the children and their family would become curious to say “I want to know more about your God!” The pastors concern is not about their church growth or number of people entering into their church, but about truly serving people without strings attached and ulterior motives.
Later that afternoon, we visited a ministry called “Fuentes Libres.” It is a micro-financing ministry of ECC that gives women an opportunity to start a business so that they and their family can break out of their cycle of poverty and disempowerment. We walked into a meeting that already started next to the church. More than 30 women, young and old come together to pool their resources in order to fulfill their dream of breaking out of the cycle of poverty. I asked the group “How has this ministry impacted their life?” One by one, they shared about what business venture they started and shared about how it has impacted their family for the better. So far, the ministries success rate is 98%.
I sat down with one of the original founders and creators of Fuentes Libres, Pastor Memo, and he said that the inspiration came from a Nobel Peace Prize winner from India. The foundation and success of the ministry is that people are truly committed to each other not just financially, but also emotionally and spiritually. As he was talking, I was reminded of how the first Christians came together pooling their resources and because a source of support for one another. It also reminded me of what my parents used to do when they first came to America and didn’t have any money and lack the credit to get a loan. They used to get together with other Korean Immigrant families to pool their money together as their own bank known as “Gaeh”. The group met every month. Each member pays the same amount at the monthly meeting. Depending on the lottery, one member gets to use all the money. The system continues until every member has had a turn using all the money. Some families use the money to buy a home, purchase a car, to start a business or to pay their children’s tuition. Just like the “Fuentes Libres” ministry and the Korean “Gaeh” group, its success is fundamental because of high level of ethics through mutual care, commitment and accountability.
DAY 10
Next morning (Friday), we made our way back towards Oaxaca with a stopover at Vincente Guerrero Educational Center. It rained earlier that morning and we were concerned that we would get caught in traffic through the mountain roads, worse yet, rockslides would prevent us indefinitely. By late morning, the rain had stopped. The weather turned out beautiful and we headed out. The rock slides on the mountain was evident the night before as road crew swept stones to the side of the road and used jackhammers to break through the large boulders that were in the middle of the road.
By noon, we got to Jalapa and stopped to see a partnership of churches, community leaders and their community to work towards organizing an educational center. Jalapa is part of a squatter community in Mexico. Just about a mile away, there is a landfill. Families graze through the landfill to gather recycling material, so they can sell it to the recycling centers. This community is somewhat an embarrassment to some Oaxacans that they deny that such a squatter community exists.
At the educational center, the teachers work with adults to learn some basic reading and math skill. What was amazing about this educational center was that it attracted not only adults but also teens. For whatever reason, teen ministry and program has always been a challenge, whether it is in the US, Mexico and Colombia. As I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by four lovely teenage girls. They all said ‘hello’ to me in English. We sat in a circle with some other adults and they began to share with me about what they have been doing and what this educational center meant to them. My impression of these girls is that they have an insatiable curiosity to know more about the world outside of Mexico, especially from foreigners. One of their teacher’s name is Katty Dockter, who serves as a short-term missionary with the Covenant. It must have rocked their world to converse with an Asian, let alone one who spoke English and talked broken Spanglish!
By the time we came near our hotel, we were all a bit tired. It had been a long day on the road, physically, mentally and emotionally. We were hungry and by this time I was craving something different than Mexican food. So we drove through “Gringolandia” and ate at KFC.
Tomorrow would be a lighter schedule. I will be putting on my tourist hat and sightsee the town of Oaxaca and her history and culture.