FISHING VILLAGES AND ALBINO BOYS

Eighty five miles into Mexico the map shows fishing villages that can be reached by venturing off the highway onto rough old roads. On the first road we found a church in a village called Francisco Madero. A member lived next door and he was excited to unlock the church and invite us in. Two other members came in, a woman named Irma and a man who was partially blind. The church is currently without a pastor. We prayed for the man's eyes and the spirit of the Lord was very real. Irma told us that she and her husband Gustav have been conducting services until they get a pastor. She was very concerned for the church. As we drove away, we wondered if one of them could have been the person we were to meet.

In another town called "The Fifth of May," there was another church. The pastor of "Templo Jerusalem" was a woman with two albino sons. When we asked one of them what he wanted to do with his life, he said he wanted to preach the word! We prayed that the Lord would give him a great anointing to preach and then we snapped a picture so we could remember to pray for him. Could this boy have been the one?

The next day we drove slowly and painfully down another road toward a town called Carbonera. There were many small churches there. Again, everyone was friendly. People waved to us as we passed, including men dressed in rain gear who worked with fishing nets. Small boats lined the beach. One young man directed us to a church and then invited us into his store for lunch. As we ate, he told us about his life in the fishing village. He and his family sell groceries and bread that they bake in their home. He is very enthusiastic about being a Christian. Was he the one?

A strong cold wind began to blow and suddenly we were pelted with rain. People ran one way and another, but the rain didn't stop the men working near the water. Temperatures continued to drop and the next day there were reports of snow flurries. But there was one last bumpy road for us to explore.