It was February 1994. I boarded a bus on a very cold morning as I was about to encounter a week long mission trip to Mexico City with our churches youth group. I don't know exactly how many were on this trip but it was well over 60 people! Our youth pastor at the time invited me to join the trip for a very good reason. We had plans to develop a new ministry in our church called "Sidewalk Sunday School." That never materialized after our trip but a ministry I developed called Kids in Missions did. I will write about that ministry in an upcoming blog in January. Mexico has been the only third world country I ever visited. Our purpose for this trip was to minister to young children using the Sidewalk Sunday School method. These children lived in absolute poverty. The area they lived in was called "The Garbage Dump." The Sidewalk Sunday School program we did featured clown skits, drama, music, memory verses and a bible lesson. Everything we did was in spanish and the dramas we did we instrumentals all on tape. It was all done outside on dirt roads in the open air. This program was done weekly and was basically the only entertainment these children had. They did not own T.V.'s, laptops, tablets weren't around yet and neither was the internet. We all got dressed up as clowns. We all put on clown makeup in 90 degree heat. Trust me when I say the clown makeup started on our faces and ended up all over our necks by the end of the day.
I will never forget two particular events that week. The first was very eye opening. We were in the middle of a village and I had to desperately go to the bathroom. An interpreter asked a family if I could use their bathroom in their home and they said yes. When I walked into their home, all I saw was dirt floors, windows with holes in the windows and a leaky roof. The toilet in the bathroom was not even a toilet. It was a hole in the ground. I will never forget what I saw and will admit that I was heartbroken to see a family live in such poverty. The other event was at a church in Mexico City. The pews were cinder blocks with planks as the seats. The floors were all dirt and the roof was made of tin. The drummer on the worship team had a huge hole in his drum and the guitar player played a guitar that had a few strings missing. The people all cried as they worshipped God. I was very moved! The church was very close to the garbage dump and the smell was unbearable. The members of that church did not care. They were all so happy to have the freedom to worship God. In all reality, they were thankful. I returned from that trip and made a promise to myself. I promised myself I would always be thankful and grateful for what I have. Each morning I try my best to thank God for a new day!
In America we are spoiled! We are also ungrateful! Working in the restaurant industry, I can see how much food is wasted. When our dining room was open at Chick Fil-A, I would always cringe when I would clean a tray off of a table. Many times so much food was wasted. Sometimes it was enough food to feed 5 people. Many of the people I met in Mexico would have loved to have that leftover food! People complain when their sandwiches have pickles on them when they asked for none and they get upset when we refuse to give them 37 Chick Fil-A sauces for one Chick Fil-A sandwich! I have learned to be thankful for what I have. I thank God that I have a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, a hot shower every morning, a car that gets me around, a warm winter jacket, clothes on my back and two jobs I work at that help me pay my bills. I realize there are people in this world who don't have these things. As we all sit down this Thursday to enjoy a great Thanksgiving meal, let's remember to give thanks to God for ALL he has provided for us! Let's give thanks with a grateful heart!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!


