Hello everyone!
My first full week in Mexico is done, and I have to say...I have not been this tired in a very long time. A typical day so far looks like this...
7:30 AM - Wake Up/Eat
8:10 AM - Catch a bus (camión) to the Metro @ Indios Verdes
8:50 AM - Ride the Metro to Juarez Station
9:30 AM - Arrive and walk to the church
10:00 AM - Spanish Class begins
1:00 PM - End Class/
1-5:00 PM can change depending on the day but we leave anywhere between 4-6 PM
5-6:30 PM - Commute home
*The commute to and from our house to the Spanish Classes can take anywhere from 1.5 to 2 hours depending on the weather.
That is it for the set schedule we have for the next four weeks, in the mornings at least. We may have team meetings, prayer and accountability meetings, one on ones, or a church service. Either way, the thing that tires us out the most isn´t the waking up early or the standing for over an hour in a train muy lleno (full) of Mexicans, rather the mental fatigue that occurs from having to learn a language not only to survive, but to build relationships and share Christ with the people. Back in the states, I never understood or felt this ever constant longing and need to keep my mind and heart solely on Christ. Without it, this may as well just be a vacation (which it does feel like at times). This creates an interesting tension that needs to be addressed. The struggle is pretty complex and consists of many parts but boils down to a few things. First, there was the realization of the seriousness of my purpose here and the seriousness that the Christians here have towards us as missionaries. Secondly, the question of "How am I to preach Christ in all that I do?" when I don´t really know what to do in this foreign land. Lastly, fighting the doubts and sense of being a burden instead of a blessing here. That probably doesn´t make much sense..but it doesn't really make much sense to me either..so I guess you can be praying for me about that. (Discernment of my struggles, thoughts and feelings). I'm not sure how many of you have had this tension, but if you have, I'd love to have some light shed onto this situation. Anyway. Enough of that.
There are some things that I have been thinking about that I would like to share.
First off, there are two things that I recently found out about Mexico that kind of scares me. The biggest of all is the idolotry disguised as Christianity. I've been trying to reconcile this in my heart for a while but I have come to the consensus that although good things may happen as a result of praying to these "Saints", they are not of God nor do they give him any glory. When Jesus is not getting utter and total devotion or worship, this is not a work of the Spirit and therefore not of God. These things people are worshiping may help but do not save; treat but do not heal; they postpone death but do not give life eternal. The basic facts of life still remain in spite of these miracles. You are still going to die. It is the after-life that the focus is taken away from, for in Christ alone there is life eternal. To know the one true God and Jesus Christ whom He sent. He alone is worthy of our devotion and worship. To rest assured that our blessings are coming after death and it is only through the death of our own selves that we may truly live. That reminds me of some notes I found the other day...I´ll put it into a nice paragraph...
So. The movement towards righteousness starts out kind of like this..as we could see in the disciples or in those whom Christ preached to. They were invited first to Come and See by Christ. To follow in the footsteps of Christ and bear witness to the truth. Once it had been revealed to them, a new commandment was given. Now. Go and Die. Go. Go and make disciples. Die. Die to the old self and live toward righteousness. We can see this in Mark 8:34, Luke 14:26-33 that this death to self is more than just a suggestion. A reason why I see a need to Die to Self is that if we acheive our own goals, we end up making much of ourselves and not much of God. So that means that we need to rely soley on the Power of God in us, which comes solely from the Holy Spirit. (which is definitely something I want to learn more about while I am here)
That is about the gyst of what I had written down.
Without that, how can Christ be made known? How can God's power be exhibited? The life that glorifies God, decreases so that Christ may increase. I honestly do not live this way all the time but I am realizing all the more that it is how it must be. To be the light in the darkness.
All that said, please pray for us as we continue to follow God´s will for Mexico and in our own lives. Pray we would set aside our own lives to experience life and bear witness with that life. Pray that Spanish would not be an obstacle but a tool to share Christ's love with the Mexicans. Pray for physical and spiritual endurance as well.
Thank you for taking the time to read this too!
¡Dios te bendiga!
-Patrick
Friday, June 24, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
I am a missionary in Mexico.
¡Hola desde Mexico!
(I apologize for any incoherence. My brain is tired.)
So, I've been in Mexico for almost a week now and I have to say that it is quite an experience. A great one at that! The first few days, the team was living in the Hotel Stanza in the middle of the city and it felt like I was on vacation. It was a very weird feeling because we were learning and talking in English the whole time. So when our host families came to pick us up on Saturday, it felt as though I was packing up to head back home to the states. Since I had that mentality (sort of), there was a bit of a culture shock when our Papa, Pastor José Luis Hernández, picked us up in his truck and we drove to the mountains where we are staying (pictures to come...hopefully). This was the moment where it hit me and I thought to myself, "Oh man, I am in Mexico and everyone speaks Spanish." It seems pretty silly, but if you have ever had to work with the people in a country for the first time and you have no idea how to communicate in the language, then you probably know what I am talking about...either way, I suppose you could call it culture shock. Fortunately, I learned a pretty nifty song and some coping mechanisms for this dunk into the culture tank. The truth about it all is that there truly is no amount of training that could prepare me for what I have been experiencing.
The thing that I cling on to and gives me hope is the fact that Christ is the one that has brought us all together and that God has created language, both body and verbal. Remembering that I can go to him through the Holy Spirit with full confidence that He hears and answers.
My goodness. There are so many more things to say. Unfortunately, I tried writing a post earlier, but I accidentatly exited out of the window instead of making it smaller...something got lost in translation. Which means, for you guys, you get the shortened version that my mind can handle.
Quick schedule update though.
We are starting our Spanish classes tomorrow, Tuesday, and it takes 1.5-2 hours to travel to where we are having classes. I am now living with the family, on the North side of D.F. with a lovely fellow named Daniel Coots. We are working with a Baptist Church in a part of town that has a big influence of Mormons on the right and Jehovah´s Witness on the left and also a huge prison as well. We will be working with the youth here by playing sports with them and having a camp for them as well.
blahhhh. I´ll try and share more soon. The cool thing is that I am starting to think in Spanish...it's kind of weird because I never understood what that meant until now. To be honest too, there are times where my brain just shuts down because it is so tired of all the learning...which makes me think of how amazing baby brains are to learn so much. I guess I understand why they cry and eat so much now...food for thought...
¡Adíos!
In Him,
Patrick Hing
(I apologize for any incoherence. My brain is tired.)
So, I've been in Mexico for almost a week now and I have to say that it is quite an experience. A great one at that! The first few days, the team was living in the Hotel Stanza in the middle of the city and it felt like I was on vacation. It was a very weird feeling because we were learning and talking in English the whole time. So when our host families came to pick us up on Saturday, it felt as though I was packing up to head back home to the states. Since I had that mentality (sort of), there was a bit of a culture shock when our Papa, Pastor José Luis Hernández, picked us up in his truck and we drove to the mountains where we are staying (pictures to come...hopefully). This was the moment where it hit me and I thought to myself, "Oh man, I am in Mexico and everyone speaks Spanish." It seems pretty silly, but if you have ever had to work with the people in a country for the first time and you have no idea how to communicate in the language, then you probably know what I am talking about...either way, I suppose you could call it culture shock. Fortunately, I learned a pretty nifty song and some coping mechanisms for this dunk into the culture tank. The truth about it all is that there truly is no amount of training that could prepare me for what I have been experiencing.
The thing that I cling on to and gives me hope is the fact that Christ is the one that has brought us all together and that God has created language, both body and verbal. Remembering that I can go to him through the Holy Spirit with full confidence that He hears and answers.
My goodness. There are so many more things to say. Unfortunately, I tried writing a post earlier, but I accidentatly exited out of the window instead of making it smaller...something got lost in translation. Which means, for you guys, you get the shortened version that my mind can handle.
Quick schedule update though.
We are starting our Spanish classes tomorrow, Tuesday, and it takes 1.5-2 hours to travel to where we are having classes. I am now living with the family, on the North side of D.F. with a lovely fellow named Daniel Coots. We are working with a Baptist Church in a part of town that has a big influence of Mormons on the right and Jehovah´s Witness on the left and also a huge prison as well. We will be working with the youth here by playing sports with them and having a camp for them as well.
blahhhh. I´ll try and share more soon. The cool thing is that I am starting to think in Spanish...it's kind of weird because I never understood what that meant until now. To be honest too, there are times where my brain just shuts down because it is so tired of all the learning...which makes me think of how amazing baby brains are to learn so much. I guess I understand why they cry and eat so much now...food for thought...
¡Adíos!
In Him,
Patrick Hing
Monday, February 1, 2010
Shawty
Short one today, more to come (when I feel up to it). These are just some things I've been thinking about/chewing on...
“O Lord, open my lips, that my mouth may declare your praise. For You do not delight in sacrifice, otherwise I would give it; You are not pleased with burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”
-Psalm 51: 15-17
“…outward religious observances were no substitute for a right attitude toward God and sin. We ourselves forget this. We try to compensate for sin by our twentieth-century sacrifices. We atone by trying harder, by being extra kind to someone we have hurt, by praying longer and more frequently. Yet none of these things are acceptable to God. He wants a broken spirit, a contrite heart, He wants us simply to say, “There is nothing I can do to make up for what I have done. I have done something which you, and you alone can put right.” Like Lady Macbeth we rub our stained hands crying, “Out, out damned spot!” when all that is needed is to show God the spot and say, “I cannot make it clean.”
-excerpt from 'Daring To Draw Near' by John White
Take deliberate times to reflect on the MAJESTY of Christ
Job 38-40:7 : an awesome view into who God is compared to little ol' us. very humbling too.
“Now gird up your loins like a man..” <---made me laugh (God is funny ^____^)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Squeegee
So I was taking a shower the other night and I was thinking about how I couldn't wait to get done scrubbin' up so I could bust out my grandma's squeegee and wipe down the freshly moistened glass doors. yeahhh, wipe 'em up, reallll nice-like. I don't know why, but I've always taken such satisfaction and joy in going column by column from right to left (always. right. to. left.) down the glass panels magically wiping the wetness. It could be the same reason why I enjoy mowing the grass in nice evenly lined sections or something of that sort. But that's beside the point.
mmk.
With squeegee in hand, I begin to make right what was left by the evil shower head raining down aimlessly, but fortunately stopped by the wall of glass strategically set in place to prevent any unwanted leakage. The rhythmic beat of my squeege could be heard by my parents in the bedroom as they watch another episode of Law & Order: CI. Thud. Squeege. Flick...Thud. Squeege. Flick...Thud. Squeege. Flick. As I got to the end of the first panel, I thought to myself, "Man, it feels good to clean stuff." Thud. Squeege. Flick..."I wonder if this is how God feels when He's able clean us..?" Thud. Squeege. Flick...
hmm.
Thud. And there it was, I suddenly remembered the purpose for me squeegeeing the glass. 'So that dirt and grime wouldn't build up and that it would stay clean and i guess...semi-see through." The point that I'm trying to get at is that, basically, if we aren't continuously examining our hearts and motives, the dirt and grime will build up, creating a calloused heart and blind eyes. Without God manning the squeegie, cleaning up the mess that we go through every day in this world, the foggier things become and the farther we drift and lose sight of what is good and true. But the fact of the matter is, we try and try to scrub away at the mess we've let build up to no avail. It's not until I give the squeegee back to God and truly trust that He is the one who can "..blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin!" [Psalm 51:1-2] that the work in me can even begin.
Squeege. And now the process of being made perfect, becoming a 'man after God's own heart', and a 'bond-servant' to Christ, which is not finished until that final day, standing there before the Lord hearing Him say, "Well done my good and faithful servant, in you I am well pleased." This faith, which is one that few will find [Matthew 7:13-14], is one that I hope to have but will need to be continuously disciplined and pruned into the man God has made me to be.
Flick. My Pride and Prejudice. (lol jk.) My pride and fear of what I can't control/know. I guess you could say it's natural, but that makes it all the more harder to 'let go and let God deal wit' it' (a little bit of T.I.P. for all you rap fans). But seriously tho. Letting go. It is one of the hardest things I personally deal with and am constantly dealing with (and probably will for the rest of my life). Whether it be a past relationship, time for a friend in need, money for the poor, or most importantly the pride in my relationship with God, it's hard to give it up. But thankfully we have a Father who disciplines us for our good [Hebrews 12:7].
So I guess until that day, the monotonous beat of life will go on, with God at the helm, working and planning. His steadfast love refining my faith so that it would be worth more than gold or silver. All with squeegie in hand, not missing a beat...
Thud. Squeege. Flick...
mmk.
With squeegee in hand, I begin to make right what was left by the evil shower head raining down aimlessly, but fortunately stopped by the wall of glass strategically set in place to prevent any unwanted leakage. The rhythmic beat of my squeege could be heard by my parents in the bedroom as they watch another episode of Law & Order: CI. Thud. Squeege. Flick...Thud. Squeege. Flick...Thud. Squeege. Flick. As I got to the end of the first panel, I thought to myself, "Man, it feels good to clean stuff." Thud. Squeege. Flick..."I wonder if this is how God feels when He's able clean us..?" Thud. Squeege. Flick...
hmm.
Thud. And there it was, I suddenly remembered the purpose for me squeegeeing the glass. 'So that dirt and grime wouldn't build up and that it would stay clean and i guess...semi-see through." The point that I'm trying to get at is that, basically, if we aren't continuously examining our hearts and motives, the dirt and grime will build up, creating a calloused heart and blind eyes. Without God manning the squeegie, cleaning up the mess that we go through every day in this world, the foggier things become and the farther we drift and lose sight of what is good and true. But the fact of the matter is, we try and try to scrub away at the mess we've let build up to no avail. It's not until I give the squeegee back to God and truly trust that He is the one who can "..blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin!" [Psalm 51:1-2] that the work in me can even begin.
Squeege. And now the process of being made perfect, becoming a 'man after God's own heart', and a 'bond-servant' to Christ, which is not finished until that final day, standing there before the Lord hearing Him say, "Well done my good and faithful servant, in you I am well pleased." This faith, which is one that few will find [Matthew 7:13-14], is one that I hope to have but will need to be continuously disciplined and pruned into the man God has made me to be.
Flick. My Pride and Prejudice. (lol jk.) My pride and fear of what I can't control/know. I guess you could say it's natural, but that makes it all the more harder to 'let go and let God deal wit' it' (a little bit of T.I.P. for all you rap fans). But seriously tho. Letting go. It is one of the hardest things I personally deal with and am constantly dealing with (and probably will for the rest of my life). Whether it be a past relationship, time for a friend in need, money for the poor, or most importantly the pride in my relationship with God, it's hard to give it up. But thankfully we have a Father who disciplines us for our good [Hebrews 12:7].
So I guess until that day, the monotonous beat of life will go on, with God at the helm, working and planning. His steadfast love refining my faith so that it would be worth more than gold or silver. All with squeegie in hand, not missing a beat...
Thud. Squeege. Flick...
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
PB&J All Day Every Day -- Day 1
I'd say Daniel's post sums up what I would like to say on this subject more than anything I could ever write, so read it instead (if you haven't already): herecomesdaniel
pretzels, cheeto puffs, apple, crackers. those are the things God has graciously provided for me by other people today (thanks Neil and Lily).
give yourself to the hungry. Isaiah 58:10-12
turn to Jesus.
pretzels, cheeto puffs, apple, crackers. those are the things God has graciously provided for me by other people today (thanks Neil and Lily).
give yourself to the hungry. Isaiah 58:10-12
turn to Jesus.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
I Will Not Take My Love Away
I think it's kind of funny how we tend to contextualize songs to fit our own lives to describe how we are feeling and give us something to relate to. To feel a deep "connection" with the artist's "bleeding love" or how "everything's gotten so complicated"...etc. It's an inexplicable phenomenon that I really don't have an answer to, but I guess it's in the same way, the reason why people tend to use eisegesis when studying the Bible. Hmmmm...wonder if it has anything to do with the nature of humans to be inherently selfish? or I'm just reading into it too much, who knows? Anyway. I only say these things because I had previously fallen victim of selfishly applying a song/wanting to learn to play a song because I thought it'd be the perfect way to "woo" some girl with such a melodic masterpiece...pfft...pretty lame huh? But seriously though. Here is the song (by Matt Wertz):
When I first heard this song, I was seriously excited about wanting to learn it so I could sing and play it to any prospective ladies that might be in the sea. So I grabbed my guitar and started learning the tabs. After I was getting the hang of it, I decided to look up the lyrics on google to see how they fit with the notes. It wasn't until i played the song again on my iTunes (for probably the 5th time) that I was hit with a Double Decker Bus of realization...Matt Wertz isn't singing about his love for some 'phooinneee chick'. But instead, he was singing about God's unconditional and unfailing love.
Realizing the true meaning (hopefully) of these lyrics literally, blew. my. mind. Not only because it was so well written, but at the fact that I could be sooo selfish and blind to see the truth that was being so sweetly sung to my ears, echoed into my poo of a brain and re-sung out of my own mouth (not so sweetly though). Its times like these where God really puts me back in my place. Luckily, it wasn't too harsh of a beating from the Father, but an eye opener and question raiser as to how sinful and selfish I tend to be.
It's cool to look back through a song like this and really think and dwell on the shear magnitude of God's love for us and that "while the whole world turns the other way" or when there's "no yield for what you've sown" He will "...not leave you all alone". Through "plenty or poverty" we should "Forever, always, look to [Him]" as the bride of Jesus Christ who was sent to this Earth as a ransom for our souls because our "God so loved the world, that He gave us His only begotten son, Jesus Christ..." [John 3:16-21]. So I thank you, Father, for your love endures forever.
And remember kids... "Check yo'self before you wreck yo'self!"
I will not take my love away
When praises cease and seasons change
while the whole world turns the other way
I will not take my love away
I will not leave you all alone
When striving leads you far from home
And there's no yield for what you've sown
I will not leave you all alone
I will give you what you need
In plenty or in poverty
Forever, always, look to me
And I will give you what you need
I will not take my love away
When I first heard this song, I was seriously excited about wanting to learn it so I could sing and play it to any prospective ladies that might be in the sea. So I grabbed my guitar and started learning the tabs. After I was getting the hang of it, I decided to look up the lyrics on google to see how they fit with the notes. It wasn't until i played the song again on my iTunes (for probably the 5th time) that I was hit with a Double Decker Bus of realization...Matt Wertz isn't singing about his love for some 'phooinneee chick'. But instead, he was singing about God's unconditional and unfailing love.
Realizing the true meaning (hopefully) of these lyrics literally, blew. my. mind. Not only because it was so well written, but at the fact that I could be sooo selfish and blind to see the truth that was being so sweetly sung to my ears, echoed into my poo of a brain and re-sung out of my own mouth (not so sweetly though). Its times like these where God really puts me back in my place. Luckily, it wasn't too harsh of a beating from the Father, but an eye opener and question raiser as to how sinful and selfish I tend to be.
It's cool to look back through a song like this and really think and dwell on the shear magnitude of God's love for us and that "while the whole world turns the other way" or when there's "no yield for what you've sown" He will "...not leave you all alone". Through "plenty or poverty" we should "Forever, always, look to [Him]" as the bride of Jesus Christ who was sent to this Earth as a ransom for our souls because our "God so loved the world, that He gave us His only begotten son, Jesus Christ..." [John 3:16-21]. So I thank you, Father, for your love endures forever.
And remember kids... "Check yo'self before you wreck yo'self!"
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