We don’t often write about our finances, but we have a special need and wanted to share it with you. We just found out that one of our main supporters is suddenly unable to continue. This was totally unexpected and due to circumstances beyond his control, but he had been supporting us very generously – at $500 a month.
Since our total regular support was only a little more than $3000 a month, we really can’t continue without those funds.
On occasions when we address the issue of finances, I always try to present a report of our budget and our spending. We do keep track of things very closely, so if anybody would like to see a detailed report, I would be glad to make it available, but for time’s sake here I will just try to give you a brief summary of how our finances work.
With our regular support we are able to cover all of our personal needs and significant ministry expenses. This includes family expenses such as homeschooling, traveling funds and healthcare, as well as ministry needs such as grocery and medical funds for the needy. Also reflected here are all of the expenses of outreach activities and feeding programs for children and youth. And of course we are working hard to save, since we are determined not to be too much of a burden on our children in the future.
Anyway, we would like to ask for at least 6 new families to support us at $80 a month, or maybe ten families to support us at $50 a month. Any extra funding would be awesome and a welcome donation to our youth ministry. To be honest it is getting tougher by the day to feed this flock of hungry teenagers!
So in short, we are confident that He who began this good work will carry it on to completion. We simply want to share our need and ask you to consider being a part of what we do. God is making a real difference in the neighborhood where we’re working, and we believe He has only just begun.
For those of you who are already so generously supporting us, please disregard this.
If anybody has any questions, please feel free to contact me, or reply to this email.
Love and blessings to all of you!
P.S. Donations can be made through Paypal, or sent to:
Laguna On Fire Ministries
3101 Harmony Ln
Mission, TX 78574
P.P.S. Please pray for our supporter. He really needs God’s grace to sustain him through this time.
Well, yes! …As a matter of fact we are only just now receiving the cards that some of you sent from the States, so we thought we’d send you something in return…!
We were determined to stay in Mexico even through the holidays after our last long trip to Texas. And of course there are a lot of things that have been happening here… all of which we will have to write about in a newsletter to come.
…But for now here is a very belated Christmas story which we think is worth telling, but which we have only just now had time to share.
…We hope that the joy of Christmas continues to flow in you even at Valentines…
…How was your Christmas? …A few Belated Thoughts
“You do realize we are not going to make this?”
“Uh… Yep,” I replied.
… It was Christmas Eve. Our friend who’d been expecting us for her get-together had called about a million times already… but for some reason our ten-month-old Jonathan had not gone to sleep and was unusually cranky, preventing us from doing anything to actually get ourselves dressed and out the door.
By the time we looked at the clock it was already quite late. Getting on past midnight, in fact. And though the Mexican parties did often tend to go until four in the morning on the night of the twenty-fourth, we knew it didn’t make much sense to take a 10-month-old at this point.
…Though unfortunately neither one of the kids was tired.
As things had turned out, we had found ourselves sort of aimlessly climbing into the van anyway. We knew all the while that we weren’t going anywhere, but we were not sure quite what else to do. By this time of night the van was warmer than the house.
Now fine but still not close to sleep, Jonathan was pulled up on the steering wheel making all sorts of happy noises as he watched the neighbors set small fireworks off in the middle of the block. Even more daunting was the fact that our three-year old Karina was becoming increasingly hyperactive in the back seat, far too excited to be able to go to bed any time soon.
Suddenly, I had an idea.
“Larry…” I ventured quietly. “Why don’t you bring the nativity scene?”
“You mean… Out here…?” He was obviously a bit thrown off.
“Yeah, well… We’re all here now.” I chuckled. “You know… it’s family time!”
A little resigned, Larry ventured back into the house and emerged with the box of wooden nativity figures that had not gotten quite set up under the Christmas tree. Taking Jonathan in the crook of one arm and Karina in the other, he proceeded to tell a simple yet incredibly poignant version of the birth story of Jesus, somehow manipulating the small wooden figures around the steering wheel with barely a hand to hold them while the two children looked on in his lap, fascinated by the scene.
I myself had fallen asleep during some part of the story, and the next thing I knew was that Larry was gingerly waking me to watch Karina for a moment while he put the baby down inside. I watched her as she continued to play and play with the nativity scene, while still hanging by one arm on the ever-present steering wheel.
“Mommy!’ she said suddenly, and in a voice much too loud for that time of night. “Let’s play for real…! We can pretend that this is the baby Jesus.” She held up a package of wet wipes. “I can be Mary… and you can be Joseph!”
“O.K…” I was agreeable enough, knowing it would at least allow Larry to get Jonathan settled inside and take a 15-minute nap himself before we started the two-person job of getting an over-tired Karina into bed the night before Christmas.
“Oh man…!” she began, and quickly cradled the package of wet wipes in the crook of her arm to her three-year-old body. “He wants to nurse again…!”
Laughing and wondering if I really sounded like that every time I had to nurse Jonathan, I replied, “Yeah. …It’s what babies do!”
Suddenly I was struck by the thought of a truly newborn Jesus, in contrast to the perfect little smiling figures I had seen in so many nativity scenes. Certainly, so many images of the Christ child were a far cry from a baby only hours old who can just barely grope for sustenance from his mother’s breast.
But before I could really direct my thoughts, I heard a sudden gasp at my side, “Ew! …He’s poopy…!”
A little taken aback, and wondering if this were blasphemy, I quickly responded, “Well, gosh,Mary, you’d better change him before he gets a rash from all those icky, nasty swaddling clothes!! …Don’t worry, I’ll hold back the cows while you clean him up.”
…And by this time I could not hold back my thoughts… And still can’t, about how this all must have really happened… Because it was real, and true…
And so was Jesus.
…Thoughts about how a fifteen-year-old Mary, under the threat of being stoned to death for adultery, said yes to being impregnated by the Holy Spirit. How many times did she have to stop to go to the bathroom on the side of the dusty trail as she rode on the back of a donkey over the 65 miles from Nazareth to Bethlehem? How often did she have to stop to eat?
…And how did Joseph, a presumably innocent guy in the reserved Jewish culture at the time who most certainly knew nothing about the birthing process, suddenly become a midwife in the middle of the scene, to a girl that he didn’t even really know well? …Or did somebody go get the stable guy’s wife in to help?
… And who cleaned up afterwards, in a stable full of hay and afterbirth?
“But Mary,” I said, suddenly reverting back to our play world. I found my tone matter-of-fact with Karina. “I have to ask you something.”
Still in her world, she looked up. “Yes, Joseph,” she responded.
“…Doesn’t it make you sad that Jesus will have to die on the cross?”
And of course I knew that Joseph and Mary couldn’t have known everything at the time… But now Karina was the one who had stopped. “Yes.” Her response was completely serious. “Yes, yes it does make me sad…”
Then she paused. “But there is nothing we can do to stop him, Joseph…” she said. There was conviction in her voice. “Because he wants it that way… He wanted to die for our sins.”
Immediately tears hit the backs of my eyes.
Wow. … What a Christmas story.
…And truly… What kind of a God would expose Himself to the helplessness of being a newborn — to diaper rashes, and a cross… just to be close to me?
Certainly, a totally strange, crazy God. A God with a plan. Desperate to be close to me — And to somehow strangely forgive my sins.
We shared in our last newsletter that a donor had provided for us to get a bus to help with our expanding ministry to gang youth. We want to praise God, because He very clearly led us, and we were able to purchase a great bus for an incredibly cheap price. However, please pray now that we would be able to get it across the border, because so far we have not been able to get authorization from the Mexican customs agency.
By God’s grace, even without the bus, we have been able to continue to minister to the youth. Please pray for God to continue to give us grace with them – that we would deepen our relationships with them, that they would see God’s love and extravagant grace in us, and that the Holy Spirit would be touching their hearts. We praise God that the congregation is showing an increased desire to receive and minister to these youth, even though the youth are very rough around the edges.
Please pray for our home…! Unfortunately we’ve had a lot of trouble with humidity and mold lately. Apparently lots of mold got into our water tank while we were away on our last trip. People who did periodic cleaning for us used the water and then closed up the house repeatedly, so when we got back we started having strange skin problems and found mold growing all around the house before we figured it out… Opening up the windows was not helpful because we had a particularly humid winter this year!! Needless to say we write this to you twenty cans of Lysol later asking that you would pray for some supernatural intervention! Please ask God to show us the best way to deal with it… Pray that it would not be a drain on our time and energy any more, and that we would actually be able to enjoy the kids, as opposed to just trying to juggle them while we clean up mold day and night!!!
Please also pray for our health. Our biggest request is for Karina, who has been having a lot of trouble with allergies. The rest of us have also been under the weather – struggling with colds and minor tummy bugs off and on. Probably our biggest request is that we would be able to get better rest.
Please pray for Mario, our old friend who was kidnapped by the drug rings, now seven years ago… We have had him on our mind and felt led to post a request for him. We ran into the family the other day, they also say that he has been coming to their mind lately, and that other people have also been asking about him. Mario was last seen a couple of years ago by a person who was actually able to talk to him some. In brief conversation, Mario expressed that he was “all right…,” but that he could not come home or have contact with his family any time soon. You can read his story in our blog: From Clawfoot to Mario – The Turning Point “Pastor Clawfoot” – The Story of Mario Continues