Breakdowns and Blessings
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By June Anderson
As
I ponder the memories of our trip to Mexico, the words of the song "My
Tribute" keep running through my mind: "How can I say thanks for the things
You have done for me, things so undeserved, yet You give to prove Your love
for me?"
God's love
came through loud and clear in many ways on this trip. Even after checking
things out to the very best of human ability before leaving, we had many
problems with our truck. To be stranded beside the road on three different
occasions is not my idea of a good time! But it amazes me that even though
we were in situations completely out of our control, God was still in
charge.
Our first breakdown
happened on a curvy mountain road in Mexico, where it took two days to get
the problem fixed. But God was there, working through our Mexican bus driver
Norberto. We could not speak each others’ languages, but Norberto could see
that we didn't have the right tools to remove the wheel bearings and related
components. A trucker pulled up, and after talking with Norberto he went
back to his "tool kit" ( it was a plastic coolant container with the top cut
out) and brought one of the tools we needed. But we still lacked another
tool, and about that time another trucker pulled in. He checked his "tool
kit" and found the other tool we needed! That to me was a definite God
solution! And during the next two days, several Mexicans made multiple trips
to the city, hours away, until the right parts could be located and
installed. We felt so blessed!
The second
breakdown happened on our return trip, where we spent half a day in
sweltering heat, while again people volunteered their time to find parts and
assist with repairs. A week later found us in a blinding Wyoming snowstorm,
where our transmission gave out. But once again, God provided the people and
facilities to cover our needs. We have so much to be thankful for!
In many ways, these
trips are like three blind men trying to describe an elephant as one feels a
leg, another the trunk and a third the tail. That’s because our impressions
come from what we were doing while we were in San Lorenzo—whether it was
working in the cafeteria, building six classrooms, working with the medical
and dental teams or doing evaluations for the needs in the village. For me,
going into the homes of the villagers was most rewarding, because I actually
saw for myself what life is like for them. We have so much and they have so
little!
Even after giving
everything we had to give, the needs were still numberless, and it seemed
that what we could do was kind of hopeless. But after talking with a friend,
I came to realize they are still better off than when we arrived.
Elaine Fithian from
Nevada took a lot of Vacation Bible School craft supplies. I really enjoyed
observing the response of the children when they got to do something as
simple as coloring a picture. Some of the children just held the markers in
their hands—they didn't
even know how to use them! They had fun watching the color it made on their
coloring pages.
And it was a joy to watch our
students from DayStar and Sandia View Academies interact with these young
villagers—whether it was handing out clothes and toys, helping with VBS or
sifting sand for construction.
We had the opportunity to
make new friends that we’ll probably never see again until Heaven. As the
memories blend in now with life back in the wonderful United States, it
makes me think again of the song:
“My Tribute” –“To God be the glory, for the things He
hath done!”
June Anderson and her husband Mel live near Bozeman, Montana. June
handles MPI correspondence while Mel buys used vehicles, fixes them up, and
sells them to support mission projects in Mexico.
Let’s hope the ones he
sells hold up better than their own truck did!
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