Church. When I say that word, I picture serenity, lovely stained glass colored light, soaring ceilings, organ and trumpet sounds, hand carved pews.......plastic chairs, dust, warm evening sunlight, guitar and ukulele, hot cement...
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...
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.
This #GivingTuesday, a day dedicated to the generosity of giving, we want to remind you how much your support matters. It matters to people like Julio.
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...
This month, a new team of college students from the University of Texas came down to work with us, and a team from Charlotte, NC, who had already been...
When one thinks of the word oasis, we often picture a place adorned with decadent landscapes with mountains so high they take the breath out of our lungs or an ocean that reaches as far as the eye can see.
One week ago, I stood on a rocky dirt of a soccer field in the outskirts of Reynosa, México. I decided to dust off my high school soccer skills on a team of the four gringos taking a swing at playful competition with our Mexican friends and foremen.
I have been participating in and helped lead mission trips to the Tex-Mex border since 1989, more specifically since 1994 with Ministerio de Fe / Faith Ministry. My wife, Janis (better known as Juana in Mexico), helped lead these trips also...