International Ministries

Goodbye Zongozotla

July 3, 2007 Journal
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Today we were supposed to get up and be ready to leave at eight in the van that Noe had hired. Luckily we didn't have to. After Sarah and I got woken up by our family, and carried out our daily routine of not brushing our teeth and not taking showers (wet wipes!), we said good bye to our family. The parents were already out working. We got to see a few of the kids, and left a letter telling the family that we hope that we'll be able to come back and see them again. When we got to the church, we found out that not everyone had been able to get up on time anyway, so we still had time for a few more things (including breakfast). This was the time when we also got to undergo another Xtreme Xperience. The whole time we were there, our families had been feeding us the best food they had, including a lot of meat, but being Americans we didn't really take in where that meat came from. Until this group of people brought a pig in a cage right next to the church. They tied it up while it was literally screaming bloody murder and slaughtered it. Everyone but Ray and Chris (XTRACTOR and XCITEM) and CT had these wonderful looks of horror on our faces (except for Sherry, who couldn't even watch). A lot of people came up to give us hugs and shake our hands, and say good bye before we left. They also gave us bags of coffee to take with us. That doesn't sound very notable, but coffee is practically their entire livelihood. They only make about five dollars a day growing and selling it, but they still wanted us to have some to enjoy. That's the way they are. We said goodbye to everyone except Alberto and Timoteo, who came with us just to see us off at our bus pickup (which was at least one or two hours away), and we went on a crazy ride through the wonderful mountains of Puebla again. They are so beautiful that they could take your breath away, that is, if you still have the courage to breathe after seeing how fast your van driver takes you down these winding roads four feet away from the edge of the cliffs. Our bus brought us back into the outskirts of Mexico City. Last time we came as well-off American tourists. This time we took the path of the people who have had to go to the cities to find work, who have had to take all of their belongings and leave their beautiful way for life and the people who loved them. Like the immigrants, of course, we also had no idea what was in store for us. We are staying right now in Chimalhuacan, at the church that host othe extension seminary courses that Noe is involved with. To close, I´d like to ask for prayer for the people of Zongozotla, and even more for the pepole who have had to leave it to look for work in Puebla and in America, where not everyone welcomes them in the name of God, like they did for us.

A sad goodbye...until we meet again.