Mexico Children’s Ministry

This trip was in two parts, the majority with us staying state-side as we have the last few years and going back and forth across the border every day. The final days were in the middle of Mexico in the rain-forested mountains with indigenous native Indians who rarely get any visiting ministries.

Picking out some highlights. The first meeting set the taste buds going when they told me there was over one hundred children in the meeting and seventy-five responded for salvation. Fortunately, we had a team of seven Mexican ladies helping us. One day when we had two meetings and the rain came down in torrents all day, few parents had cars so the children had to walk. But still there was forty in one and thirty the other and most responded for salvation in both. Then God rewarded their diligence when in both places the presence of God was so strong after praying with them every child just stood in awe. God is always the rewarder as the young daughter of one of our helpers called Nicole found out. She was a Christian and had come to help but in the second meeting, she felt God pulling on her heart so went forward and God gave me a prophetic word for her that left her in tears of joy. One of the day’s we had a cancellation God sent us back to a church where last year the spirit fell and the children started praying for one another for over two hours. There and another place we felt to teach on the Holy spirit and the response was great and many were definitely filled but they had hang ups over tongues and only a handful in each place did speak. One of the places my interpreter and I came under attack from the enemy during the teaching time so someone was upset at what God was doing! Ministering to the poorest of the poor is always close to my heart so a meeting in a squatter’s camp hit the spot. A big crowd of children gathered and three-quarters found their treasure in God. From there straight to a meeting in a different part of town and though these people were poor they looked quite affluent compared to where we had come from. This meeting was special because God gave me a very special prophetic word for one particular twelve-year-old boy called Joshua. I didn’t know until afterward that he was the pastor’s son and my interpreter had dedicated this boy when he was born. Joshua had been glued to every word and came out to commit himself more to God. You could see a powerful anointing was on him and feel it too when I went to lay my hands on him. The word was about some of where God was going to take him and do with him under this anointing. On receiving this word without us saying anything God filled him and he began to speak in tongues for the first time. With this, he just melted as the spirit of God hit him and was lost in God for a good few minutes. Later his father confirmed the word was definitely from God as Joshua was living some of it now and he could see the rest coming. To complete the blessing my interpreter told me that soon after dedicating Joshua he lost contact with the pastor and only earlier this year by chance he bumped into him in a shop and this meeting was booked. God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. A first for me was to speak at the first meeting of a new church plant beside the prison. There were just five local people there, more of us than of them. But God sent us there for a family of three, mother and her two young children. All three responded for salvation none knowing the other had put their hand up. After ministry, the mother was in floods of tears, her daughter who had a most beautiful smile anyway but then she was glowing. Her son, on the other hand sat through the meeting with a scowl on his face making it clear he didn’t want to be there. Then after prayer, he had a huge smile on his face, all three said they will be attending the church from now on.

One of the places my interpreter and I came under attack from the enemy during the teaching time so someone was upset at what God was doing! Ministering to the poorest of the poor is always close to my heart so a meeting in a squatter’s camp hit the spot. A big crowd of children gathered and three-quarters found their treasure in God. From there straight to a meeting in a different part of town and though these people were poor they looked quite affluent compared to where we had come from. This meeting was special because God gave me a very special prophetic word for one particular twelve-year-old boy called Joshua. I didn’t know until afterward that he was the pastor’s son and my interpreter had dedicated this boy when he was born. Joshua had been glued to every word and came out to commit himself more to God. You could see a powerful anointing was on him and feel it too when I went to lay my hands on him. The word was about some of where God was going to take him and do with him under this anointing. On receiving this word without us saying anything God filled him and he began to speak in tongues for the first time. With this, he just melted as the spirit of God hit him and was lost in God for a good few minutes. Later his father confirmed the word was definitely from God as Joshua was living some of it now and he could see the rest coming. To complete the blessing my interpreter told me that soon after dedicating Joshua he lost contact with the pastor and only earlier this year by chance he bumped into him in a shop and this meeting was booked. God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. A first for me was to speak at the first meeting of a new church plant beside the prison. There were just five local people there, more of us than of them. But God sent us there for a family of three, mother and her two young children. All three responded for salvation none knowing the other had put their hand up. After ministry, the mother was in floods of tears, her daughter who had a most beautiful smile anyway but then she was glowing. Her son, on the other hand sat through the meeting with a scowl on his face making it clear he didn’t want to be there. Then after prayer, he had a huge smile on his face, all three said they will be attending the church from now on.

Part two though it involved some sacrifice and for us it was so special. We travelled by road twelve hours south of the boarder with the USA, further into Mexico than I have ever been before to go to indigenous mountain rain forest people. The vehicle we used ran by faith being well past its sell by date in a complete state of disrepair and potential danger. It was well over loaded with passengers (eight of us in a five seater), luggage and donated gifts but praise God the only thing we suffered besides a distinct lack of sleep was a tyre blow out. Delayed now for three hours owing to the discovery of no jack or tire wrench!! But we made it and walked straight into the meeting. The church was a patch they had cut into the side of the mountain with a small wooden hut to store everything and a long pole jutting out from its roof with a thick plastic sheet over for a roof and no walls. The children sat on wooden planks held up by concrete blocks. We discovered on arrival the children had sat and waited three hours for us to come and some of those the pastor told us had walked two hours through the forest to be there. The little church building was packed solid and I had children standing behind me while I preached because there was nowhere else for them to go. Adults and children all responded together for salvation and so ministering to them individually was impossible because they were packed so tightly together so we just had to pray and commit them into God’s hands. Our accommodation was one of their homes, a fifteen-minute walk down the mountain on a slippery wet zig-zag path with chunks of rock sticking up every so often to help you grip. The hut was half concrete block half wooden with a grass roof and dirt floor. The food was cooked over an open wood fire, we all sat watching the wife cooking homemade taco’s when suddenly a hen ran into the kitchen grabbed some taco’s in its beak and ran at hot speed out again. We were destined to no showers or shaving for three days.

The next day was an outreach in another village a bit higher up the mountain which was another new church plant. This time though there was a big group of children and a few adults all of which the pastor said were all from that village and unsaved. The meeting was in the open air at the side of the pastor’s hut where there was a semi-circle of trees where I nailed my white board to the trunk of the tree and the people again sat on wooden planks. Over three quarters responded for salvation and so began a new mountain church. From that we had an uneventful overnight ten-hour journey back to Monterrey, arriving at 8.00am grabbed a few hours’ sleep before the final meeting of the trip. Carefully planned by the pastor, he had the Sunday service first then sent the church member out onto the streets to find and bring in children. They gathered a huge crowd, a few were a bit unruly but the majority listened to every word then almost all responded for salvation. There God not only gave me words for a couple of children but also a fifteen-year-old youth one of two from the church who went with us to the mountains to help. At the same time, God gave another American with us a confirming word for him.

As always, your support means so much to me.

Blessings…

David

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