因为在神没有一件事是不可能的

I spent yesterday and most of today in Tijuana. It was pretty sweet. A real eye opener. I was a little overwhelmed on Friday night. Here's how it went down.

On Friday 22 of us (20 strangers to me) left at 2:30 for Tijuana. Nothing special on the drive. Right across the border driving got insane. We got to where we were staying safely. We stayed at a mission base that a Calvary Chapel has. It was really sweet. After we unloaded everything we went down to eat. I had some tacos and they were amazing. Then we prayed and went out on the main party street, I can't remember the street name though I want to say it was Revolution. We took hundreds of copies of the Gospel of John and broke into small groups to hand them out. So far so good right. Nothing spectacular happening. I went with Brice and Laura and Robert but we lost him somewhere. No big deal, we figure he's fine. Brice seems to have a vague idea of where he wants to go so we're following him. We walk a few blocks and turn, a few prostitutes here and there, walk a few more and turn. The road we are now on is brighter then any other road we had been on. It's only one lane and it's a busy place loaded with "men's clubs". On each side of the street were lines of shoulder to shoulder prostitutes. Most of them looked my age or younger. We were floored. We turned to each other and just started praying. After praying for a while we started walking down the street. We walked all the way to the end and were to dazed to do anything. When we got to the end of the street we prayed again. When we walked back we handed each and every prostitute (and lots of other people) a copy of the Gospel of John. We just tried to show the love of Jesus to them. Brice and Laura could say thing like God bless you and Jesus Christ loves you but I couldn't even remember how to say that so I would just hand a Gospel of John to them and hold eye contact for a moment. Sometime as long as 5 seconds. Some of the girls would just look down, ashamed. Two even began to cry. All of the people walking down that street were just staring at their bodies, so it meant something for them to see people looking into their eyes and giving them something instead of taking from them.

Today we went to a convalescent home. It was not as crazy as Friday night, but still intense. We started off by just hanging out the old people and having fun laughing at how we couldn't communicate. Then we emptied bedpans. But they weren't really bed pans as much as buckets that are next to their beds. One person couldn't even get to the bathroom because of the smell. It was the most awful thing I have smelt. Worse then bathrooms in Ukraine. And their bedrooms were only half as bad. The bed rooms were almost as bad as the beach bathrooms in Ukraine. There are people there that are honestly only weeks from death. It was extremely sad. But I'm so glad that we got to have some fun with them. They were really happy to see Americans come down just to hang out with them. It's was great. I took some pictures and might have them up sometime eventually.

Now I must eat because I have not eaten since lunch in tj.

If you remember, pray for the prostitutes in Tijuana that got those gospels. Pray that whatever part they read or whatever love they saw in us will echo through their heads when they are… "on the job". That the Lord would work it into them and that doors out of that life style would open for them. It really broke my heart. They were my age...