Working at Bearing Precious Seed

El Paso, Texas.

Big place, small things happening.

Bearing Precious Seed, El Paso, Texas.

Small place, big things happening.

For the past two weeks (August 3rd-18th) I was down in this small place having the privilege of helping big things happen.

So, what kind of big things were happening?

Well, big things for God.

Bearing Precious Seed prints John/Romans, New Testaments, and tracts, all in Spanish.

But, what good does Juan y Romanos do if it sits in a print shop all day?

That's right.

It does squat.

So what do you do with it? 

You take them by fifty-year-old Greyhound buses into El Paso's neighboring city, Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.  You meet a Mexican church, and you follow that church's van to a parque (park) or campo (field, usually for soccer). Then you unload off the bus, load yourself with Juan y Romanos and Spanish tracts, and stand in a line. Bro. Jarvis splits you Americans into groups and Bro. Jimenez splits the Mexican Christianos into groups. Then you find the Mexican group you're with and you disperse, going into the streets of Juarez. 

Whoa, the streets of Juarez! But I thought Juarez was the most violent city in the world! What about the drug cartel?!

Let this be a lesson to you: don't believe everything you hear. 

Especially if it's on the news.

Anyway....I'm getting sidetracked. You walk into the streets of Juarez, saying to your leader from the Mexican church Que es su nombre?( What is your name?) and try to talk to them through the language "barrier"(there really is no barrier, because you both know Christ and somehow you understand eachother). You watch every dog out of the corner of your eye and you do not pet them. You walk up the every door or gate on that street, calling out Buenos tardes! (Good afternoon, or a general greeting). You trip over your Spanish trying to tell the Mexican people that there is a meeting in the park at seven. That it is for families. That there will be puppets, music, and the gospel.

Then, before you move on to the next house, you hand them a Juan y Romanos and say Dios le bendiga (God bless you).

That Juan y Romanos is like a treasure to that person. They will sometimes read it right away. They will probably read it more than once. They might pass it on to their friend. Who may pass it on to their friend and so on, until that book has been passed through hundreds of hands. Each finds it precious, yet each feels the need to share it with his friend.

Think how many souls may reach heaven because of only one Juan y Romanos! Now that is big!

Now you may also see why I said it was a privilege for me to work there. I had a small part in bringing souls to Christ. I got to see prayers answered every day. I got to see God working in the lives of hundreds of people, Mexican and American, Christians and unsaved, adults and children.

So, what did I do while I was there?

I washed dishes, took care of the salad wagon, helped make meals, fed hungry "missionaries", vacuumed, swept, washed linens and aprons, walked about 5,000 miles(it had to be at least that much!), prayed, made sack lunches for on the bus,drank a lot of water, rode on the buses, made new friends, improved my ping-pong skills, became a part of team Awesome, invented a game, heard great messages from Bro. J, tried fried pig rinds with hot sauce(sounds gross, tastes awesome), saw God work in my life, prayed some more, stayed up late, got up early, found 4 inch bugs in our apartment, fried french toast for twenty people, found new role models,  saw prayers answered, saw people saved, and saw God get the glory.

I'm thinking about working next year, too.

Wanna come along?

Caution!

God may work in your life, too.