We went to a mission church this morning. The local pastor forgot to turn his clock back, so the service was delayed. Some thought the service was just getting over, others thought it was just getting started! I am not really sure what was going on when we got there!
The church is located in a very poor section of Rio Bravo. The depth of poverty increased as we crossed physical boundaries. The first demographic began when we crossed the railroad tracks into the "wrong side." Each time our dusty old bus crossed an open sewage canal, the communities became poorer.
Part way through the service I was invited to address the congregation with the aid of an interpreter. I memorized a greeting and several sentences in Spanish, then I read to them from chapter 1 of Colossians,
For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing precious fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God . . .
All that Paul prayed is possible -- no matter what side of the tracks you live on.