Back to the Future
Flash back to 2012, the first year I went to Reynosa… We only built one house that year. The house we helped to build sat behind the family’s original plywood house, which held all five...
Serving and Loving Others Daily
As I reflect on turning points in my life to this point, my experiences in Mexico always come to the forefront of my mind. For those of you who aren’t aware, I’ve spent a good chunk of my last two summers...
We Need Your Photos, Videos & Stories!
As many of you know, 2019 will be Faith Ministry's 25th year of service on the border in Mexico. As we approach this important anniversary year, we are thinking of ways to reflect on the past 25 years...
From Generation to Generation
I met Deantin in the summer of 1992 before he started Faith Ministry. I met my husband Hank that same week. It was my first mission trip, and it changed my life. Hank was the summer intern...
A Life That Is Truly Life
With a sense of overwhelming finality, I ripped the sheets off the bunk that had been my home for the last month, folded the now sweat-stained cloth, and placed it at the top of my suitcase.
First Timers, Now Friends
Last week, the team from Woodland Baptist Church in Wake Forest, North Carolina, worked in Reynosa with us, building two houses and hosting Vacation Bible School. They came to Mexico for the first time three years ago after finding us online.
Who Says You Can’t Go Home
It is impossible to forget when your eyes are first truly opened to the world. For me, that was 2003. I was a 14-year-old living in white suburban privilege, with no knowledge of a world past the end of my block.
Breaking the Language Barrier: English Classes in Reynosa
This summer, five people applied and were accepted for internship positions here at Faith Ministry—positions normally reserved for young persons aged eighteen or older.
Meeting Others’ Needs and Our Own
In August of 2015 I created a spreadsheet of twenty two internships that I would apply to over the next few months. Many thought it was far too early...
Letters in the Sand / Letras en la Arena
The buckets need to be filled. The wheel barrows need to be dumped. The blocks need to be stacked. The mezcla needs to be mixed. The walls need to go up. And here I sit . . . on the dusty arid land...