July 26, 2009
A Touch of History: July 25
I write this because yesterday marked a special anniversary. On July 25, 1987, I landed in Mexico City with my wife Mimi and our children Ruben (7), Bianca (5) and Darren (21 mos.) We had left Boston on July 13 after a whirlwind of activity: packing, preparing paperwork, re-structuring our ministry group, and finally a big farewell Sunday service! We had spent two weeks in Puerto Rico with our families. Some of that time had been tense because I knew my parents had serious misgivings about our decision to move to Mexico, but they wouldn’t talk about it.
I had been praying since June about my own fears about moving to Mexico City. From a non-faith point of view, it was a crazy idea. The city was overpopulated and known worldwide for its smog and crime problems. My son suffered from asthma. Although I had a job, from a professional perspective it was a step backward from my original career plans. Because he didn’t speak Spanish fluently, our son would have to repeat second grade. And, ministry-wise, we were up against a very traditional religious culture. We didn’t have a place to live, we didn’t know anybody there, and, although we were Hispanic, we didn’t really know the local culture…
So on that Saturday afternoon of July 25, 1987, we stepped off the plane, went through immigration, luggage retrieval, and customs, and took a taxi to the hotel where the rest of the mission team was staying. After we had settled in, the whole group came over to our room to welcome us and cheer us up. They were all so excited … I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I was scared and wanted to go back!
Little did we know that we would end up having to stay in a hotel for about a month! To rent a house or apartment in Mexico City, you need a cosigner, someone who owns real estate property. But we didn’t know anybody!
Well, everything worked out in the end. A member of a local Church of Christ cosigned for us (for a fee!) We found a bilingual school for the kids. The house that we rented ended up becoming the meeting place for a whole house church group for three years! The institution that I worked in was full of wonderful people and I felt that I could make a valuable contribution to their research. And the church … well, God took care of that and you can read about it in this blog! The rest, as they say… is history!

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