Seeing God

The other day I learned of some of the craziness that goes on in the surrounding area where I live. Apparently we are in one of the main drug lord areas—which is basically all of Tijuana. A few months ago they hung a decapitated body from one of the bridges to “make a statement.” And a body was dumped in the valley below where we are located. But the funny thing is I feel completely safe here. And I don’t think it’s a naïve sense of security. I think it’s because God is protecting this place that He has set up here. In a way, I am glad to hear about the happenings of this community—because it makes me more aware of the expanse and extent of God’s protection. It’s always hard for me to explain, but the brokenness of this world is where I most tend to see Christ—or come to appreciate what He’s done for every one of our painful, hopeless, messy, broken lives. That He has come to bring healing, hope, cleansing, and repair. For me. For each of the kids here in the orphanage. For Mexico. For the world. And I can’t help but smile when I think about how each of the children here will impact this country when they move on from the orphanage. Those that have accepted Christ are already a light in the great darkness of this community.