From the missions journal of John Q. Goodwin, youth group president of the Come Out From Among Them Baptist Church of Loco, Oklahoma.
Preface: I have decided to keep a journal of our summer missions trip to Mexico. Jim Elliot kept a journal so it seems like a good idea for me to keep one too. Perhaps it will be useful to other who are going on teen missions trips with their own (hopefully Independent Baptist) churches.
Day 1: We have arrived in Mexico and are all very excited by the presence of so many sinners around us that we can witness to. I suppose there were plenty of sinners back in Oklahoma too but these sinners speak Spanish which makes them a lot more interesting. Also, we have located a McDonalds so we will not starve while we are here. The people at our hotel speak English which makes it a lot easier when we need to order room service and such.
Day 2: Spent the day with the missionary passing out gospel tracts and street preaching. Brother Benjamin, our youth pastor gave a great message this morning on the supremacy of the King James Version text, although I’m not sure many of the people really understood. Even Carlos, our interpreter seemed a bit confused during the part about Koine Greek. I can only hope that God uses these messages to really impress upon the hearts of people the importance of using the right Bible.
Day 3: I believe God is calling me to marry this girl Maria Sanchez whom I met at a the local church service yesterday. I cannot talk to her because she does not speak any English but she seems very godly and is also very good looking which makes it even easier to know this is God’s choice for me. I will attempt to learn some Spanish so that I can ask if she believes in courtship.
Day 4: Another rousing sermon today by Brother Benjamin, this time on sin. His hard preaching about cable television, internet porn, and gluttony should have a lot of folks here under conviction. You could tell how much people were responding by the way they kept shrugging and saying “internet?” over and over again. They obviously had never heard about the dangers of the world web of wickedness preached so clearly. It’s a good thing that we were here to stand in the gap.
Day 5: Today we took a rest from our labors and went sight seeing and shopping for souvenirs. Then we had a picnic on the beach where we shared testimonies about how this time in Mexico has changed our lives. Also, God has revealed to me that marrying Maria is not His will for me after all. Since we are going home tomorrow, I consider that God has shut that door. Instead I am going to marry Chastity Winkler, a girl in my own youth group. I plan to have my father talk to to her father once we get home.
Day 6: We’re on the bus and in a few minutes we’ll be back in the United States. Missions work is very rewarding but tiring as well and my sunburn from the beach trip yesterday itches a lot. It’s been a great trip and we have a lot of pictures to show the church and we can report over seven-hundred decisions for Christ being made. It could have been more but nobody in our group actually speaks Spanish. The missionary we were visiting seemed really happy that we came, at least he smiled a lot as he waved goodbye to us. I can’t wait to go back next year.
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I laughed ’till I cried. Literally. Utterly brilliant … and so very familiar.
I especially liked the Missionary smiling and waving goodbye. lol
Then there was the group who learned to ask everyone they met, “Do you know Jesus?” After a day of positive responses to their question, they were surprised to learn that “Jesus” owned the little store in the neighborhood.
This is hilarious. You hit the nail right on the head. I too went on a missions trip (ahem – vacation) to Mexico to proselytize to the Catholics and other christians. Everything sounds so eerily familiar, except I think you should have mentioned something about someone in the group coming down with a case of Montezuma’s revenge, an all too common occurrence in Mexico.
this.is.brilliant. right on the money!
Nice nice nice. Sounds somewhat familiar, seeing I went on one to Costa Rica two summers ago. Except I don’t think it was as bad as this one. Haha.
I was actually the only person in our group that spoke Spanish…and that being only 3 years high school Spanish…if that tells you anything (although the trip did enhance it!).
And funny story. Our pastor spoke Portuguese, which is slightly similar. One day while we were “canvassing the neighborhoods,” he decided to ask this man (who was a construction worker we saw), if he was a brick-layer. And apparently there is a huge variation in the two languages…In other words, he asked something along the lines of said construction worker if he was a crack dealer…Oops on him!