Mexico Mission: Tuesday

Today we set up in the neighborhood village of Miguel Hidalgo. There was a doctor at this little clinic, but he had no medicines to distribute. How frustrating that must be as a professional. When we got there, he was pouring bleachy water of the concrete, open air rooms and rickety metal benches to get everything ready! Welcomed and disinfected! Thanks, Lord!

We became the local event of the day. People seemed to simply come and stay for the day. Carts drove up and began selling fruit and clothes just outside the courtyard!

Sketches from clinic:

Desperation
A man came to Dr. Joe with a shoulder that had been dislocated for almost 3 weeks following an intoxicated motorcycle accident. Blood sugar 552, blood pressure 200/110. A walking disaster at any age, this man appeared relatively young. The shoulder was too swollen to be put back into the socket without putting him to sleep. We could give him medicines for his pain and other ailments, but without the use of his arm he could not work. His wife had left him, and he was there with his mom and sister who were trying to help him. What this man really needed, we (in our own strength and preparation) could not give him. Mom asked if she could pray for him. She said she had never felt such a strong anointing to pray for healing. It's not like in the states where we have many different avenues to pray for healing (Lord use the doctors, Lord use modern medical techniques, etc.). This man had no other hope than a miracle. The doctors he had seen told him there was nothing wrong (though there was obvious separation). Miraculously, a woman volunteering with us as a translator knew some people who worked at the hospital in Cuernevaca. She called them and told them she was sending the man to them and to look after him. We took up a collection for transportation and food. As we placed the money in their hands, all three began to weep and dazedly left in blessed shock. I don't know the ultimate outcome, but I believe that they experienced God's abundant grace through this situation.

Maira
The hardest part of the day for me was Maira: the 16 year-old girl, 5 months pregnant. A tiny little thing with big, shy eyes and smooth baby skin. Already uncomfortable, moving slowly, and having trouble sitting and walking, she was too young and too small to be growing a baby. I wondered how she got there. Consent? Rape? Did she really know how her life would change? How high risk pregnancies in one so young and small can be? My heart was so flooded with compassion that I very nearly lost it. Tears welled in my eyes as Dad examined her and told her where the baby's back, head, and feet were. Lord, touch her with your love and grace. Surround her with your presence that she might know she is your beloved daughter. I am helpless to intervene through any other avenue but intercession.