Also, one afternoon I went with the team to visit a nursing home in the colonia. This elderly community was started by someone in YWAM and is funded just by donations, so resources were scarce. Honestly, it was a very dirty place, and flies were swarming everywhere, some even resting on the residents there who were still covered in food from their lunch. All of the elderly folks were sitting out side in chairs or wheelchairs, some talking to one another, others crying, others yelling obscenities, it was quite a scene. Many of the Canadian youth were a little freaked out and didn't know how to act there, but I encouraged them just to love them and to interact with them however they could, even if it made them a little uncomfortable. Some had brought razors and soap and starting shaving the men there. Others took advantage of some nail clippers they brought and started clipping toes and fingernails. Others simple just got a bucket and began washing people's hands and feet. What started as an unpleasant and even a repulsive scene, turned into something beautiful when all stereotypes and judgments were set aside and the love of Jesus reigned above all things.
"Whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." ~Mark 10:43-45

As the team was occupied doing those things, I tried to decide how I could minister to them in another special way. As my eyes scanned the courtyard, I just felt a spirit of loneliness over that place. Many of the people there had been abandoned by their families and left there, or brought there from off of the street where they lived homeless. (Elderly in Mexico usually live with their families and retirement homes are much less common than in the States). Click here to read more about nursing homes in Mexico.
I decided to approach them, one by one, shake their hand, look into their eyes, smile and tell them "Buenas tardes, Dios te bendiga" (Good afternoon, God bless you). I got many different reactions - some held on to my hand not wanting to let go and pulling me in closer, others began a conversation with me (some even spoke english!) and shared with me a small part of their life story, others just continued yelling or crying as they were before, and a few asked if I could pray for them. It was something really beautiful - their frowns turned to smiles, there loneliness dissipated and joy entered into their lives again - even if just for a brief moment.


"The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners...to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. "
~Isaiah 61:1-3
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