Mexico Update

Mexico makes me sad. However, I highly suggest that everyone should take a trip outside of America to a country that is more poor (NOT England or France or Italy...etc.). It puts the world into perspective, just a bit. Every where I turn there are older women and young children begging for money.  They run out at the stop lights and wait outside of restaurants. 

I came here feeling a bit scared (it could have something to do with our creepy taxi driver that picked us up at the airport late at night and drove us through some sketchy looking streets on the way to the hotel... or the security briefing that I skipped, but the 3 guys that I travelled with were telling me about).  The longer I am here I just start to feel more sad for the people that are so downtrodden.  I see the higher class people from Mexico that I am travelling with and their indifference and scorn for the lower class.  It is very convicting. 

This city is HUGE!
Song by Caedmon's Call:
High above the valley of Quito

An old man and his bride grow roses
Red and yellow, white and golden,
To him they are precious as children
Their daughter, she moved to America
One more break in the Tower of Babel
She has a son that they've never seen at all
They're praying that they raised her well

On the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
Planted in faith
And watered in tears
Honey, that's all they have
And they're happier here
Than any of my friends back home
They met Jesus and they really know Him

Now I'm back at home
All alone
And I'm trying to find my thoughts
Of that old man so inspiring
And the TV's always on
And the phone, it won't stop ringing
These bills, they keep on screaming
I'm paying for the things
We never really need
Wonder what he's doing right now?
Maybe walking through his simple field
Thinking about how
God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses

Parts of other Caedmon Call songs:
She bragged about her boys

How they're growin' into men
How they learned to praise the Lord
Old Style Ecuadorian
To buy the new guitar
They had to sell the swine
Said, "My boys go to school on a foreign angel's dime.
This world calls me poor
I bore my babies on this floor
He always provides
Sure as the sun will rise.
So I'll sing Him songs of praise
'Cause I know He'll keep me in His gaze."

Rain poured from the sky
We raced back to the van
There were tears in the eyes
Of this poor, forgetful man
Mother of eight sons
She knows the peace of God
Lord, help me learn to lean
On thy staff and thy rod
Jesus is all I need
Jesus is all I need

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Share the well
Share with your brother
Share the well, my friend
It takes a deeper well
To love one another
Share the well, my friend

You know I've heard good people say

There's nothing I can do
That's half a world away
Well maybe you've got money
Maybe you've got time
Maybe you've got the Living Well
That ain't ever running dry