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To find out more about Casa Hogar Misericordia check out this website
www.casahogarbrcc.com
Trips to Chihuahua have been suspended indefinitely due to drug violence in the city and the surrounding area. Fidel & Marianita ask that you please pray for the children at Casa Hogar and the people of Chihuahua.


BRCC has planned several trips to Chihuahua in 2008.  
March 18-22
May
Aug 29 - Sept 1 (canceled)
October 10-13 (canceled)
Dec 27-30 (canceled)

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Sierras Aug 07 Minimize
The Best We Can Offer
By Rogelio Gomez

The best that we can offer each other is our selves. Humbly. Through Christ. By placing personal individuality aside – leaving little to block God’s Spirit – we partner with the Lord in the labors of His love. This is a truth. And the fruits of this wonderful blessing were evident once again during our last mission to San Juanito.
The new orphanage is nearly finished!
On a crest of mountain along the Sierra Madres – adorned by rustic log cabins, drifts of smoke twisting into the air from out tin chimneys, the scent of homemade tortillas stirring both appetite and memory – a group of sixteen people from various San Antonio churches helped to secure the final vestiges of superstructure: Plumbing. Electricity. Concrete roof and floors. The completion of this goal drove us.
Another home will shelter more children.
But I’ll admit it was different this time.
Work conditions were less than ideal. For it had rained – and then it rained a little more. Drenched from head to foot – many of us wearing flimsy tennis shoes – we sloshed through mud about two inches deep . . . the fine dust of concrete mix powdering us a sublime missionary green. Minor obstacles. Really. The storms deterred no one. With animated smiles, buoyant hearts – spirits unburdened by the petty deterrents of self – we forged ahead amid friends and strangers and neighbors looking much like children playing in the rain.
Crazy Norte Americanos.
Surely some locals must have thought it.
But we know better. For those of us trying to emulate Christ – understanding the value of childlike innocence – this is the kind of spirit that sustains. Thus I’m compelled to cite the holy lunatics that attended: Maureen. Justin and Steve. Construction leader Chris. Bill. Jack. Joel. John and son Ian. Plumbing supervisor John. Danny. Electrical boss Aaron. Michael. Team leader Stan. Randy! Good people. All of them. I’d share another trip with them anytime – soon as my back recovers. Joking aside, they have reason to be proud.
But take keen care.
Pride is tricky indeed.
I’ll tell you what I mean. On Sunday afternoon – during an impromptu service of music and worship – I had the opportunity to interpret for Stan. And his was a heartfelt message. Poignant. Useful. He made it clear that it’s our responsibility to accept the gift of Life that Christ offers. No one else can accomplish this for us. For it isn’t in the Lord’s nature to force change or to impose His will on anyone. Great stuff.
Only one little problem.
I kind of blew Stan's message. Generally I hemmed and hawed and bumbled my way through the presentation and consequently felt like I’d let everyone down. Particularly Stan. Naturally I wanted to disappear. Which I did. For a moment anyway. Alone – off to the side licking my wounds – I wondered what had happened. For the Lord always supports me. I trust Him. I’ve grown accustomed to His resolutions.
But something was amiss.
I couldn't say exactly what.
But good friend Stan was quick to speak with me about it. He helped me to understand that individual performance has little, if anything, to do with the Lord. For God has His own agenda. All that He asks of us is that we show up. Plain and simple. Recognizing that our own desires can get in His way, I recalled from church services back home that it is not ever about us. Got it. Sort of. At some level I understood this point and did in fact feel better.
But something still troubled me.
I felt discord. My mind obsessed over the faulty translation. At the moment I’d have enjoyed nothing better than a retake. Another chance. To prove myself . . . worthy? Was this what troubled me? Suddenly I identified the author of such thoughts. The fellow had seeded doubt. He whispered insidiously, assaulting me with feelings of failure, and I should have recognized the symptoms right off. I understood now. These are the sentiments of pride.
Enter the Lord.
That coolest of saviors!
True to His word that He never forsakes us.
On the playground – as I watched a raucous basketball game set under a gentle twilight sky – Christ underscored this lesson through the most tender of blessings. For children were now greeting me. Alone. In pairs. Eventually surrounded by kids nurturing me with smiles and hugs and affectionate eyes, I believed that I understood what the Lord was doing for me.
The children celebrated us unconditionally.
I’ll go a step further.
It seemed to me they didn’t care what was said. I felt like it hadn’t even mattered what we'd done. Language, too – particularly words – was equally inconsequential . . . as here now something greater was happening. It was love. Healing. Resurrecting. The kind of love that only Christ offers. This is what it was all about. I believe that it happened simply because we’d shown up. No other reason.
Special May 07 Trip Minimize

This was an unscheduled trip, but Fidel asked for us to help him by sending a team of men to work on the orphanage up in the little town of San Juanito, nestled in the Sierras. The men worked long hours putting up walls and preparing for the roof. Here are some special words written by one of the guys on the team, Roy Gomez.

                                     Walking On Water

All events have their defining moments – acts of bravery, turns of fortune, inspirational words that change tides irrevocably – and these occasions stand out. Singularly. Uniquely. In each case we feel a sense of the incredible. Indeed. We as Christians just call them miracles. Having just returned from our latest mission to Casa Hogar – where a handful of men from BRCC helped to further a colossal dream – I’d like to share a comparable instance.

While gathered in a little adobe church of pastel green, set high in the Sierra Mountains at San Juanito, Chihuahua – the site of Fidel and Marianita Rubio’s second orphanage – it was during this pastoral Sunday service beneath serene blue skies and majestic Pine Trees that Jim Gipson drew from Matthew (14:22-34) to address the significance of our calling that weekend.

He spoke of Peter having walked on water. He had walked on it – albeit for an instant, perhaps for only the blink of an eye – but Peter had stood on water and he had indeed overcome Natural Law. We all know this story. It was a miracle. The event depicts the apostle’s faith.

Keep in mind, moreover, that the other disciples had been called out as well this day. Of course they didn’t respond. We’re familiar with this part of the scripture as well. But – as Jim pointed out – we don’t give this detail much thought.

Agreed.  Why?

I speak for myself now. Is it possible that the disciples’ failure to trust in the Lord at that moment touches some raw nerve in us? Maybe. I can’t really say. I’m also no theologian. I only recognize that bold action is frightening. It is stressful! During most of my trials, in fact, I easily prefer the comfort and safety of my own little boat, so to speak, than to risk the dangers of the unknown.

This is the sad part. It suggests at least two things: I may suspect myself unworthy; worse yet, I don’t know the Lord.

Still, there is no reason to fear. I know this at least: The Lord forever pursues us.  And He delivers.  Witness the crux of Jim Gipson’s message: We all are separated from the extraordinary – stalwarts such as Peter – by little more than even the “scent of a mustard seed.” For remember, folks, Peter did sink. The man went under. Just as the Lord repeatedly redeems us today, He reached down into the lake that afternoon and rescued Peter. A crucial point here! It was with the faintest shadow of faith that the future cornerstone of our church had tripped along the water at all. The dynamics of this miracle are simple. Peter obeyed the call of Christ.
Great reading, Jim. The analogy served us poignantly.

For there we were, eh? With creaking bones and aching muscles – exception noted, Mark – this motley crew of paunchy, aging men couldn't dismiss the grueling challenges that defined our final workday. Personally, I was exhausted. My mind secretly whined. Feeling the toll of our labor, knowing that I had to summon energy from some source, I suspected that we were well beyond the points of individual endurance.

Suddenly the event came into perspective. I understood that I was standing outside our boat now, striding water, frail will in hand, wondering whether I’d sink today or fulfill His call.

“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter had said, “tell me to come to you on the water.”  “Come,” Jesus replied.  And Peter walked on water.

Man, I love that part! It became my defining moment. I’m convinced, moreover, that at this very instant we all understood whose voice it was that called us. For it’s no different today than yesterday. With this one word, “Come,” my dread dissipated and the majesty of the Lord’s spirit filled me with inexplicable energy and joy. I recalled that nothing is impossible to God.

All things taken into consideration, this tiny event on a remote mountaintop in Mexico may not seem so miraculous – hardly worth mentioning, really – but you can only judge for yourself by attempting to walk on water.

September 06 Trip Minimize

Ten first-timers were going on this trip; I was so excited for them. Our plan was to visit with the children at Casa Hogar and give them their school supplies, serve Fidel and Marianita and have our guys install windows and doors at the clinic.
 
As we arrived, I was glad at our planning meetings that I had stressed to “be flexible” when they arrived in Chihuahua.
On Friday evening, as we drive into the compound to see the children and greet Fidel and Marianita, we find out that the city had come and dug up their water lines and they hadn’t had water for 14 days. They were down to very little gas for their stove and the kids had probably been eating nothing but tortillas for a few days. God had sent us at just the right time. Our group went to work…water and gas was trucked in to fill the tanks. On Saturday morning, we took Marianita to Sam’s so she could get food for the month, 7 baskets and a flatbed full of necessities.

Saturday morning, Misty Femea and her team encouraged the children with arts & crafts projects, beaded bracelets, popsicle stick creations and much more.

Saturday evening, hamburgers were made for the 80 children from Casa Hogar plus the 40 children brought in from the Sierras. Many of the children had never had a hamburger, they had a great time. That evening, the kids were treated to movies, popcorn and other goodies. They stayed up until 10:30pm.

Two gentlemen from a church in Arvada, Colorado, were visiting and they had brought school supplies for the children, also. So on Sunday morning before service, we all got together and filled backpacks with school supplies; and for the Sierra children, hygiene items. After service, each child received their own backpack. All the children were so happy, each with their own little backpack, looking through their supplies, paper, pencils, and crayons. The 40 children filed on to the school bus with their backpacks ready for their 3-hour bumpy ride back to the Sierras..

Our construction team was kept busy the entire weekend fixing plumbing, replacing lights, making sure water and gas was brought in and tanks filled.

The entire team used their gifts…translating, arts & crafts, cooking, serving, plumbing, electrical, and just loving and serving the children.

The team went to Chihuahua thinking they were going to change the lives of the children, instead the team came back with their lives forever changed.

Mission Trip November 2005

 On November 11, 2005, a group of 23 from BRCC took off for Chihuahua, Mexico to visit Casa Hogar Misericordia. Though they met a few obstacles at the border, they made it to Chihuahua. On Saturday morning, all the men got up at 5:00 for the 3-hour trip to the Sierra.  The men worked all day digging trenches, breaking rock and mixing and pouring cement for the construction of another orphanage. All the women plus 2 musicians stayed at the orphanage to minister to the children...cutting hair, working on arts & crafts projects, cooking and worshipping with the children. The trip was a quick one, but much was accomplished. 


Just Show Up
Rogelio R. Gomez

"With God all things are possible."

Such powerful words. So uplifting! As we develop our relationship with the Lord, marveling now and then at the truth of this pledge, each of us is gradually but surely changed. Personal flaws are shed like old skin. We recognize fear and doubt as mere illusion. At some glorious and sudden moment, moreover, as children of Christ we realize the infinite potential God has gifted us.

Brothers:  He did not create us for failure.

Sisters:  We are wired for success.

Family:  This is a fundamental element of the Lord's grand scheme.

It also is the gist of our message. It is a distillation of all that Cleo and I share while serving the ministry of Fidel and Marianita Alvarado during a recent stay at Casa Hogar Misericordia in Chihuahua, Mexico. At every turn, you see, it is clear that the needs are many, the resources few; and if anything is accomplished at all, it happens by the grace of God alone.

A young man named Rogelio particularly moved me. He was shoveling dirt when our van arrived and for some unknown reason I was drawn to him. As I approached Rogelio, introducing myself while walking across our work site, I learned that we share the same first name. I felt a bond. It was a welcome coincidence. When finally greeting him, I also discovered that Rogelio's right hand is stumped and fingerless. Immediately I stole a peek at his left arm. I hoped that it was complete. But that was not to be. Rogelio's left arm is maimed even worse, ending just below his elbow.

I suspect that the Lord put him in my path.

Yes, I'm sure of it:  I tend to whine, you see:  Over paper cuts. Snug boots.

Yet the entire day Rogelio did not complain. Not openly anyway. On the contrary, as we dug ditches, broke rocks, mixed cement and poured the foundation of a second orphanage, Rogelio worked steadily beside us, sharing a grateful and humble smile whenever our eyes met. He cradled his shovel. Much like holding a baby, Rogelio used his right arm to guide his tool, his left to steady it, and his feet, bicep and shoulder to apply pressure. Rogelio carried his own - and more.

He carried me!

I believe he carried all of us.

At one point I broke down. I couldn't help it. After sharing a full day of hard labor with him, seeing clearly the character of this young man, I need to tell Rogelio that I admired him. It was a brief moment to be sure. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, myself as well. Rogelio responded with the only possible answer.

"Hermano," he said - God strengthens me.

Indeed. Indeed.

Throughout our taxiing day the Lord sustained me. He upheld us all. The Holy Spirit worked among us - and by the zeal we demonstrated, the success that we enjoyed - I gladly tell you that we all felt His presence among us. How else? I'm a pencil pusher!  Eh. Doug? Brent? Whaddaya say? Could we have succeeded by any other means? Of course not! Fidel said that we completed a two-day task in one.

Cleo shares a similar experience.

We get a kick watching the Lord perform.

For if He is anything, Cleo and I believe, the Lord is Creativity.

At the orphanage she and fellow sisters served by cutting hair:  without shears, mind you. No razor. Old clippers that didn't work. They trimmed the children's hair using a plain pairof arts and crafts scissors, which were dull, Cleo explained, to make matters all the more trying. And wouldn't you know it, just as they'd gotten a handle on things, along comes a special request. A teenage girl wanted the rooster look that Cleo's got going on. And doubt reared its head. Along some edge of mind it smirked. This would require better equipment, some additional skill.

But her fear was momentary.

For Cleo knows that the Lord never breaks His word. She trusts that He'll resolve any and all issues. She's learned that all one needs to do is simply show up and the Lord will handle the rest. It's such a thrill thereafter, once we've surrendered and gotten out of His way, to watch the Lord perform. It's a relief too, I might add, as He does all things so much better than we.

Needless to say, the haircut turned out great.

"Her smile was priceless," Cleo spoke of this young lady.

So was Cleo's reward. Once again she rejoiced in knowing that with God all things are possible indeed. Praise Him! Worship Him! Which is the one thing that I missed sharing with Cleo on this Saturday.

In a shanty community along a fold of skirt in the Sierra Madres, there is a small church named Iglesia Fuente de Salvacion, which means, roughly, Fountain of Salvation Church. It is made of cinder blocks coated with mortar and painted a fading powder blue. Its roof, I believe, of corrugated metal. A wood-burning stove warms the church. Its congregation worships on wooden pews. With a soft scent of pine burning fragrantly, during a unique moment amid murmured prayers, I felt good. I felt right.

Since I was born in Mexico, you see, it was something of a homecoming for me. I imagined that my Father received me. I'd return to help. I'd served to build His church. I believed that He was proud of me and I made a commitment to see this ministry fulfilled. And I felt blessed. I understood that I was a part of something far greater than all of us. All I had to do was show up.

May 2005 Trip

Reflections from Muddy Streets

 

On Memorial Day weekend, 34 people from BRCC made their way to serve the Casa Hogar Misericordia orphanage in Chihuahua, Mexico.  As we approached the Eastern Sierra Madres nearing our destination, a violent storm pummeled our vehicles with quarter-sized hail.  When we arrived at our turn off to drive down the muddy streets leading to the orphanage, a small river of run-off water blocked our path.  What seemed like an obstacle and hassle turned out to be a blessing.  That area of Mexico had been suffering from a drought for 12 years.  The rain and ensuing floods came as good news.

 

The director of Casa Hogar, Fidel Alvarado, didn’t show up for some time.  He had two flats tires on his way to meet us and had to change and fix the tires in the rain.  For over 16 years, he and his wife, Mariana, have taken care of hundreds of orphans.  For the past two months, they have dealt with the challenges of getting 85 children to school with two minivans and a truck.  Their bus had broken down.  Makes the problems I face seem a little less significant.

 

One team of women from BRCC spent two days delousing the hair of the children.  They also gave the children haircuts and taught the teen-aged girls how to use curling irons and facial products..  Another team concentrated on completing the roof for the clinic.  They lugged buckets of concrete up to a roof to build a concrete roof for a clinic.  The roof measured over 170 square meters and was 6 inches deep.  That’s a lot of concrete.  With 13 men, handling hundreds of buckets, the roof was completed in one day.  Love comes in all kinds of ways.

 

Still another team of people spent two days helping the children create different kinds of art projects and personalized jewelry.  BRCC provided three sets of TVs and VCRs, along with dozens of Spanish language movies geared for children of various ages.  For the first time in a long time, the children had a chance to see a movie.  The water heater had gone out in the main house and the families had been taking cold showers.  BRCC provided a new water heater and a team who joined us from Rainbow Hills Baptist Church helped install it.  Love comes in all kinds of ways. 

 

But the biggest hit came when Corey and a band from BRCC led the children in some “church that rocks” Spanish worship songs.  The children kept asking for more.  So the band played all the songs again in English.  You know, we are really blessed to have such gifted and rockin musicians willing to use their talents to help children experience God’s joy.  On the last night, our BRCC team took the Alvarado’s children out to play games at an arcade so Fidel and Mariana could have a date night out.  When you have 4 children and another 85 kids you care for, date nights don’t come often.

 

On Sunday, Fidel drove me and a team member to the foothills near a mountain range where numerous Indian tribes live.  They have never heard about Christ before and live in desperate poverty.  Fidel’s vision is to establish a base camp there and lead groups to reach out to the people he calls the “truly poor”.

 

As we pulled out of Chihuahua early Monday morning, traces of mud still dotted the road.  We pray a little love shared in Jesus’ name touched these children.  And many thanks to those who gave to help us make a difference:

 

                BRCC donations towards supplies:  $3,352

                Non BRCC donations:  $1,877  

                BRCC designated cash donations:  $6,000

 

                TOTAL DONATIONS:  $11,229

 

Vaya con Dios,

Brent


This was my second trip to Casa Hogar. This time I knew more people than I did the first time, what roads we’d take, I knew where we’d stay, what the orphanage was like, as well as some of the children at orphanage. The element of the unknown was less than the first time. Yet only as He can do, God brought unexpected opportunities for me to partner with Him to serve, learn and grow.

 

It’s truly hard for me boil God’s work down. So here are four areas where God gently inspired me.

 

God’s Provision

When I was first asked to lead a team during this trip, I was immediately drawn to the hygiene team—the team who would give lice treatments, haircuts, face and nail care training.  It seemed like a good fit because I love hosting manicure parties for my friends and I knew a bit about lice treatment as I had gotten it on the last trip. So why not?

 

At our trip briefing I met Monica, who would turn out to be an invaluable partner. She was a dream partner because of her initiative, ownership and commitment to see the task to completion. Seeing her serve, I got a new twist on a parable that Jesus taught in Mark 4:4-8. I’d always understood the seed that the farmer was sowing was symbolic of the good news about Christ. Monica was sowing seeds of the good news of Christ with a twist. This good news was God working through her and other folks to serve some of His children at Casa Hogar who needed help. She sowed this seed to her clients, co-workers, employer and another local church. As she simply shared her story of what was going on in her life, God used her to spark the giving of $1,800 in cash donations and supplies.

 

A Study in Patience

It was our first morning. As part of the hygiene team, we were working to set-up our “Salon and Barber Shop.” This was a new endeavor for our BRCC and for us as well. With Spanish worship music playing, balloons, streamers, banners,  6 “salon stations”, we were excited and ready to go—or so we thought. We were deluged with children. That morning alone not only did we give lice shampoo treatments to 8 heavily infested children each taking 1-1½ hours each, hair cuts for over a dozen children, we did this while being surrounded by a sea of children. They were curious to see what was in our supply boxes, and how to use the hair clippers.  I must confess I was reminded in the midst of this flurry of Jesus calling the children to come to Him (Matthew 10:13-16) and gained another level of amazement for my King.

 

What spoke to me the most was the patience of our 8 young girls that morning who bent over in the sink to have their hair shampooed three times and sat as we painstakingly combed their hair to remove the lice eggs without complaint for well over an hour. It was a honor to witness patience from such gracious and trusting young ladies.

 

Pressing On

From clogged toilets, to getting meals on the table for 84 children everyday, to taking the trash to the local dump, to lodging charitable work groups to generate funds, to stopping and picking up shoes or toys along her path, I was simply overwhelmed by the enormity of the task that Marineta, co-director of the orphanage, does for these children. She embodied Philippians 3:12-13. Through a translator, I asked her how she does it. Before the translator finished relaying my questions, I knew how she’d answer. She’d say “by the power of God.” And I knew she meant it.

 

 

Power in Christian Community

Over 20 folks from BRCC. Almost 10 folks from other local churches. Many new to Casa Hogar and one another. The common purpose to worship God through service coupled with riding in a van for 2 days, eating and working together was quite a combination for God to unite us in community. I was rejuvenated in the hope and power of His community as I watched Him at work through his people at several points along the way.

  • The Holy Spirit led several members to give money to replace funds that were stolen during the trip. Each gave as they were lead and when all was said and done it totaled exactly what was stolen—$140.
  • The Holy Spirit ignited a 15 year dormant talent of the Spanish language in Nancy. Her gift and heart allowed many connections with the children. Nancy spoke at length with one young lady of 17 years. Nancy created an environment of safety and this 17 year old young woman shared how she feels close to God during her quiet prayers, the struggles of being a Christian without peer community, the recent death of her father and the recent reconciliation with her estranged sister. Yet through the tears, she shared of her future plans and dreams of starting college in the fall. What would have been missed for all without the ignition of the Holy Spirit and the availability of His servant Nancy.
  • The Holy Spirit led members to purchase new televisions to replace the ones with stripped electrical wires that were being plugged directly into the socket by the children.
  • The Holy Spirit led two of our translators, Angelica and Lourdes to move beyond translating and become itinerant teachers in various bathrooms around the orphanage to teach children, young adults and staff members how to care for their hands, faces and hair.
  • The Holy Spirit prompted scores of folks at BRCC to donate $3,600 in hygiene supplies. In addition they donated arts & crafts, videos, VCRs, sports equipment and cleaning supplies. I must confess I had my doubts if the supplies we hoped to donate would come because the need was large. I was moved to tears as I walked into the church office and saw countless bags of supplies that my church, our church, had taken the time and money to purchase for children they most likely had never met. Thank you, thank you.

 

So more than the tasks completed, the trip was truly about stepping out of my everyday life to develop relationships within your local church, across socio-economic, ethnic and national lines, and with my creator and sustainer of life. It’s truly amazing what God did and will continue to do in my life, those on the trip and for future sojourners to Casa Hogar.

 

Sarah Linely

 

Casa Hogar Misericordia Orphanage History

During the summer of 1999 while on a student mission trip, BRCC leaders met a remarkable servant named Fidel Alvarado.  Upon trusting Christ as his Savior and turning from drug addiction, God gave Fidel a vision to reach the orphans languishing on the streets of Chihuahua, Mexico.  With just 5 pesos in his pocket, no job, no car, a pregnant wife, and while living in a tent, Fidel obeyed God’s call by faith. 


Since that time, people have donated property, houses, vehicles, food, money, building materials, skills, and sweat as they have partnered with Fidel, and his wife Marianita, to make a difference.  Located in the heart of Mexico with a burgeoning population of over a million people, the Casa Hogar Misericordia Orphanage (translated: “House of the Broken Hearted”) has sought to give abandoned children a home, food, clothing, education, and a relationship with Christ.


BRCC has partnered with Fidel Alvarado since 1999.  We support the orphanage on a regular basis by sending monies to help with food and clothing.  We also send short-term teams to help with medical needs, facility construction and maintenance, and to express God’s love to the children.  Casa Hogar currently cares for over 65 children, ranging in age from 5 to 16 years old.

 

Check out the report from our most recent trip

Mission Trip to Casa Hogar Misericordia

 

BRCC will take a team to serve this orphanage in Chihuahua, Mexico on the weekend of May 27-30.  We will provide some fun activities for the children and work on the property.  Families and individuals 21 or over are welcomed to join us.  We can only bring the first 40 people who make a commitment to go.  Contact Stan Richardson (509-9532) or Brent Saathoff (523-9085, ext. 213) for additional information or questions.

 



Another Successful Trip (Posted October 7, 2004)
In October 2004, BRCC sent 21 people to minister to Casa Hogar Misericordia orphanage in Chihuahua, Mexico. Many of the volunteers had not visited the orphanage before, but God put just the right people together for this mission trip.
Stan Richardson led the special group. The group was broken out into teams. This included an awesome medical team that focused on individual physical exams for each child in the orphanage. The team was led by Dr. Kelly Gage, and his wife Stephanie. In addition, there a construction team, sports team, arts & crafts and worship team. Each team had specific goals and responsibilities.
On October 7th, the group left BRCC bright and early with roles assigned and goals to be met, but God had different plans. He used each person, and they met challenges they didn’t realize possible. This allowed God to fulfill His purposes there. Every time there was a need, someone on the team stepped up to fill it. God placed each person on the team with His plan in mind. There was a lot of work to be done, and a lot of it got done!
The orphanage had recently been penalized for building code violations, but the team was able to install smoke alarms and fire extinguishers throughout the buildings to help remedy this issue. It was a difficult job, as holes had to be drilled into concrete. They praised Jesus for the ability to use their hands to help. While this was being done, Sarah Linley worked hard on a drawing of the orphanage so that an emergency evacuation plan could be facilitated. Some of the women on the team began construction on a wall out of cinder blocks that when completed, will be part a medical facility.
With all of the work being done to help the orphanage, Fidel, the founder, was very pleased. He was heard saying: “Dios es Bueno (God is Good) over and over again. Fidel is such a visionary, he inspired everyone. God heard the prayers of the team because the weather was favorable and the days were long. The children were such a blessing to everyone. They were very curious and wanted to help with the work. There was, of course, a language barrier, but the children and teams communicated through facial expressions and with body language. There were many special relationships made with the children in a short amount of time.
On Saturday afternoon, the team cooked hamburgers for the children. They feasted like kings and queens on that day, with treats like watermelon, Cheetos and Oreos! Many of the boys came back asking for more and more until it was all gone.
A crew was sent out to a rough neighborhood in the town and spent half of a day putting up a very large tent for a worship service. That evening, the teams and all the children from the orphanage traveled by bus to the location. During the service everyone experienced worship. Fidel called for those to come forward who did not have a personal relationship with Christ, and an 11 year old boy fell to his knees and began to weep. He accepted Christ that night.
The last day was spent with the children. The good-byes were hard for everyone.
The trip home was a long quiet one. Everyone had a chance to reflect on the time spent at the orphanage. There was sharing of stories and realizations that God was in everything that happened there.
The time spent in Mexico at the orphanage and with the children ignited a fire in many. Jesus was everywhere. He is watching over the children there, just as He watches over us at this moment. Thank you Jesus.



Note from Fidel and Marianita after 2005 trip.

Greetings and thanks to you and the pastors of the church.
Thank you for permitting your people to work for this ministry, we could never repay all they have done for these children.
They worked without stopping the entire day, like Nehemiah repairing the walls of Jerusalem. It is a blessing now to no longer be afraid of the government because the work that needed to be done, got done. We shed tears of gratitude and we adore our Father for your precious lives that with much love and dedication completed the work to be done. For months we had stopped because we did not know what to do. Many, many thanks. Leah is incredible, she had the talent and capability to complete the all the objectives. We continue to pray for her and we know that God has chosen her for something special. Brent thanks to you for inspiring so many to work, help and love this place, God has something special for you.
Love and greetings to the church and the pastors. Fidel and Mariana Rubio