Back in December of 2009, Kurt and I visited a small village in Chiapas, Mexico, called Union Buena Vista. Situated 7,000-feet above sea level, this village is located in the Chicomuselo Municipality. The purpose of our trip was to visit our friend, Mauricio, who had sadly been deported a few months earlier.
After two exhausting days of travel on plane and local “combis” or taxis, we arrived in Chicomuselo. In order to get to the mountain top where Union Buena Vista is located, we rode in a Toyota Tacoma for three hours on an unpaved bumpy road. Upon arrival we were welcomed by about 50 brothers and sisters who were anxious to meet the first “Americanos” that had ever visited the Union.
Our Chiapaneco brothers and sisters were truly hospitable. They provided us a modestly furnished house, and fed us daily meals for three weeks. Plus, we had the privilege of preaching in their territory, which at times meant walking for two hours down the mountain, and two hours back up the mountain.
Our morning wake-up call started with the crow of roosters, the barks of dogs, and the hee-haws of the donkeys. This was followed by a breakfast of fried or scrambled eggs, black beans “a la olla”, fresh handmade corn tortillas, and lightly sweetened black coffee. This was accompanied by laid back conversations about life in El Norte, and encouraging experiences.
Though poverty is extreme in this part of Mexico, our brothers and sisters gave us of their food and most of all, gave us a piece of their heart. I look forward to going back to enjoy the beautiful mountain views, the spectacular starry nights, the mild weather, and the warm and loving people who welcomed us with open hearts.
En diciembre de 2009 Kurt y yo visitamos a Unión Buena Vista, una colonia en el municipio de Chicomuselo en Chiapas, México. Tomamos este viaje para visitar a Mauricio, nuestro amigo que había vuelto a México unos meses antes. Luego de viajar dos días en avión, “combis” y taxis, llegamos a la Unión luego de un viaje de tres horas en una carretera no pavimentada. Los hermanos nos dieron una cálida bienvenida, muchos ansiosos por conocer a los hermanos que venían del Norte.
Nuestros hermanos fueron muy hospitalarios y nos proveyeron una casa y comidas diarias por tres semanas. También tuvimos el privilegio de predicar con ellos, muchas veces caminando dos horas de ida al territorio y dos horas de vuelta. En las mañanas nos despertaban los gallos, los perros y luego los burros. A esto le seguía un desayuno de huevos, frijoles negros, tortillas de maíz hechas a mano, y café negro endulzado. La comida iba acompañada de conversaciones animadoras sobre vida en el Norte.
Aunque la pobreza es extrema en esta parte de México, nuestros hermanos nos proveyeron no solo comida, pero un pedacito de su corazón. Anhelamos volver a visitar para disfrutar de los paisajes montañosos, las noches estrelladas, el clima cálido y la gente tan amorosa que nos recibió con corazones abiertos.
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