El fine! Hasta Manaña!

Wow. Once again it is midnight, and we have just reached our homes. The girls are packing behind me as I hurridly try to write this so I can pack as well. Today was less intense then the other days. We got to sleep in a little bit later, and met up at the church. After our usual prayer time, the White Team headed out to the same university the Green Team visited on Tuesday. By the way-I think I finally convinced somebody from the White Team to write an update tonight! These computers are pretty scary, because they keyboard as well as the screen are all in Spanish. That might explain the lack of punctuation. I have yet to find the apostrophe button. Anyways, the Green Team had reached a dilema. We did not exactly have a plan as to where we were going to go. There were many different choices, but no one could quite decide exactly where God wanted us to be for that day. So we did something that Im sure many of us have never done. We circled up, and voiced prayers to God, asking for wisdom and clarity as to where to go. Many ideas came up-go back to the homeless people, head to a broken womens shelter, and even go back to the university. But the overall feeling was that we were needed at a halfway house, or some kind of rehab center. Sure enough, God provided. There was one only about 5 minutes away from the church that no one really knew about. So without even calling ahead, we loaded into the vans and headed over. We pulled up, and all of the sponsers went in as we waited in the vans. We waited in the hot vans, sweating and waiting in suspense to see what marvelous things God had prepared for us. The sponsers came hurrying out, and said that we had 30 minutes to put on our drama, El Mundo, and share the Good News. Thats it? 30 minutes to tell these broken, addicted men about Jesus? No pressure! So we breathed a prayer of thanks and piled out of the vans to set up.
The room where we had to perform was tiny! This was a huge difference from the open air parks we had been in previously. We made some quick adjustments, and did our best. There were only about 10 men seated there to watch and listen. But wow! With eyes wide they watched us act. Then Mr. Sauer went up to preach. What a message! With such restricted time, and with such passion, he spoke to them about forgiveness, and being free of the bonds of hatred. When we offered to prayer for them, the men openly shared about their lives. One young many was 18, and had been using drugs for over 5 years! We talked and prayed for each individual one. But all this work for only 10 men? Well, one man accepted Christ! And so many others asked for Bibles. We hooked them up with the church, and unfortunetly had to leave before we could answer all of their questions. Many seeds were planted, and I think we gave them the hope that they needed to break their addictions.
Afterwards, we did our usual tango through the streets of Mexico City, and went back to meet up with the White Team at the university. They had already done their dramas, and were talking with the students. This time, a professor sent out her entire English class to come and talk to us for their lesson that day. What an opportunity! God sent us at least 50 people that wanted nothing more to practice their English and talk with us, while we wanted nothing more than to talk to them! We did for an hour, maybe more. Once loses track of time here. We finally had to pull oursleves away, and left more connections with the church there. I have a very good feeling that this small church will be overwhelmed on Sunday morning.
The rest of the day was rather celebratory. We went back to the church, and ate a wonderful meal. It was some delicious soup and rolled tacos. I say meal because it was neither lunch nor dinner, as it was about 430pm. Then we ran down the street to the local 7-11, and spent the rest of our pesos on some ice cream. Then we relaxed and discussed the days events with each other.
At 7pm, the church had a special service for us. We sang songs in Spanish...well, they did. We stood around and smiled, or pathetically tried to sing along. Afterwards, we performed El Mundo once again in a ridiculously small space. The church then asked us to share what God had done in our lives this week. Many people went up and told the church people though a translator how God used them, and used the church. We thanked them for all of their hard work, and hugs, handshakes, and pictures were ubiquitos.
Everyone now was in quite the celebratory mood. We all went walking down the street singing and laughing, and drawing alot of attention to oursleves. We presented quite the funny picture. Most people were in their bright lime green shirts, and we are all tall, blonde Americans. Cars would stop and watch us as we walked along. We went to a local taco shop for 2nd dinner, and had some amazing tacos! Hot sauce, bottles of coke, and tortillas were passes up and down the tables like it was Thanksgiving. Throughout the meal, we would randomly break out into song, sometimes in Spanish, and sometimes in English. It was a ton of fun! We went back and loaded up the vans, and headed back to our host homes. It was about midnight when we finally arrived.
We are leaving the house at 520am tomorrow, or is it today already?
I think many of us want to stay another week, and see what else we can do for the glory of God. But we love all of you as well, so I guess we will be coming home. We will call when we can, and we are looking forward to seeing you all. Be prepared for a group of sunburned, tired, hungry, dirty, and smelly high schoolers! I better get to packing, otherwise I will be laying down when it is time to get up. Thank you so much for your prayers all week. We definetly felt them while we were down here. Everyone has some pretty unique stories to tell you when we get back. Im sure there will be tons of pictures on facebook by tomorrow night for your viewing pleasure. Pray for a safe trip home! Adios Mexcio! Te amo!
-Beth (Hasta manaña Mama y Papa!)