Serving Christ in México
Update time! Not sure the last time I wrote a proper update on the blog, but it was a while ago. I´ll highlight some of the activities and news from the past six months or so.
Back in May we had an intern with us for several weeks, a student from the Canadian Reformed seminary in Canada. This was the first time we had received an intern and overall it was a really good experience. It was nice to have someone to share the work with.
Continue reading “Outreach, Evangelism, and Church Planting”
The Church of Christ is not a bricks-and-mortar building, but rather a spiritual temple built of living stones. Even so, it is a blessing for the church to have a physical building in which to meet for worship and fellowship. Besides offering protection from the elements, a church building also provides a physical presence in the community. There is at least one house church in our neighbourhood, and not very many people know it exists because it looks like any other house – and there is no sign.
Continue reading “The Salón”
It´s that time of year again – Easter kids club!
For the third straight year, we organized a kids club during the second week of Easter break, but this time we made a few changes. Previous kids clubs were held at the local sports court which had the benefit of being more public, but also a lot more work for us to transport everything we needed for each day. This time we decided to hold the kids club “on-site” at our new church building. This proved beneficial on several levels, especially when considering that the sports court we´ve used in the past was unavailable (which is probably a blog post in itself).
Continue reading “The Story of Joseph – Easter 2025”
The streets are named things like “Cross of Love”, “Christ the King”, “Hope Corner”, and “Joy Corner”. If you walked those same streets you´d see the irony of their names. More apt names might be “Garbage Hill” and “Crystal Corner”. So when a family who lived there asked us to do an evangelistic event, we readily agreed.
Continue reading “Cross Hills”
“Three is a start,” we thought.
About a year and a half ago we ran an Easter kids’ club and on the final day, the parents could put their names on a sign-up sheet if they were interested in a bible study. There were probably about ten moms who signed up. Not long after, we contacted all the moms via a WhatsApp group, informing them of the time and place of the bible study if they wished to attend.
Continue reading “Women in the Word”
“Folk religion” is a term used in the study of missions to refer to the beliefs and practices of a religion that happen at a popular, everyday level, but are outside of the accepted teaching of said religion. The religion and its elite officially teach one thing, but the religion that is actually lived out among the people is different, usually incorporating the traditional beliefs of the culture. This means, for example, that people may publicly pledge allegiance to the Church, but during the week, when real-life problems happen, they go to see the witch doctor or consult the horoscopes.
Continue reading “Angel on the Wall”
It’s been over two years since we moved to the Santa Bárbara neighbourhood and if you have been reading our updates you know it has been an up-and-down journey. That is still the case, but we can see progress, opportunities, and certainly God’s goodness.
So here is a little bit of what’s happening:
Continue reading “What’s Happening?”
Time and again the Scriptures call us to remember, to call to mind what God has done in the past. Just yesterday we crossed over the five-year threshold of our time here in Mexico, and I thought it would be good to take time to remember what God has done in those five years – good for ourselves and, I pray, good for you dear reader.
Continue reading “Five Years and A Day”
As I stood in the doorway, ready to leave, my wife asked me: “Are you bringing Jonatan to the rehab place today?” “That’s the plan,” I replied “but we’ll see what happens.”
My wife smiled a knowing grin.
Continue reading “A Friday in March”
She was always smiling. That’s what I’ll remember about her.
She lived just down the street from our ministry centre so it didn’t take me long to meet her and strike up a conversation. After that, I would see every week, usually several times a week. I’d smile back at her and wave, or stop by her doorway to talk a bit.
Continue reading “Ode to Ofelia”
The Rabbi's Burrito 