Missionaries Without Boundaries /  Story – A Day Like Jesus
16
Aug
2010

It was Saturday morning, I could hear the roosters crowing and parrots chirping as they flew overhead to their early morning destination. I could also here the 5:00 a.m. water taxi putt by as it headed with it’s passengers to meet the 4×4 trucks. Trucks that would…It was Saturday morning, I could hear the roosters crowing and parrots chirping as they flew overhead to their early morning destination. I could also here the 5:00 a.m. water taxi putt by as it headed with it’s passengers to meet the 4×4 trucks. Trucks that would…

A Day Like Jesus

It was Saturday morning, I could hear the roosters crowing and parrots chirping as they flew overhead to their early morning destination. I could also here the 5:00 a.m. water taxi putt by as it headed with it’s passengers to meet the 4×4 trucks. Trucks that would take people on a 5-hour journey to connect with paved roads and all the conveniences that they bring.
Normally on this day I would be fast asleep at this time but today was our mother’s day celebration for our school. My mind was running through the list of things that needed to be done to make this day a success. I had thought for sure that after the third time I made myself go back to sleep it would be much later but my clock, the birds, and the water taxi all were in agreement that it was still very early.

I got up not being able to make myself sleep any more and began my preparation for the day. After morning quiet time and a wonderful Saturday morning breakfast from my wife, Kolt and I headed to the school to finish the preparations for our event.

The party was at 2:00 and by 12:00, we were ready to go. 2:00 p.m. finally came and the work began. The students sang songs, recited poems, and, to finish the presentation, acted out a drama. Then the plates of food were dished out and the noise of conversation filled the room. 4:00 neared and parents with their children began to head home. Hours of preparations began to be pulled down and wrapped up again so that Monday morning could begin with ease.

As we cleaned up the idea of going across the lagoon to the beach before sunset was being talked about. Knowing that I was very tired I planned not to go, but after a talk with my wife we decided that the family time would be good.

We arrived at the beach and walked across the sandy peninsula to dive in the waves. I looked down the beach as we walked and saw a small crowed of men looking into the water. I looked in the direction of their gazes and saw between the breakers a overturned 20 ft., fiberglass boat. “Do you think they need help?” I asked the others.

“It doesn’t look like it, they have 10 or 15 men out there,” someone replied.

“Well, let’s walk down and see anyway,” I said. Two of my friends, Kolt and Phil, walked with me down the beach and as we neared the small crowd some men were wading in and I hollered out to them in Spanish asking if they needed help.

“Yes,” they responded. I was confused as to why they needed help when they had so many guys just standing on the beach but we jumped in the water and headed out to see what we could do. As we neared the boat we could see the men pushing and pulling, and many were calling out orders to the rest. I wasn’t sure what to do so I swam to the front of the boat, grabbed the rope with the other men and began to pull. The waves weren’t but a few feet high but next to the half sunken boat they seemed like monsters trying to hurt us as they threatened to smash us against the boat.

“This way!” men cried orders. “That way!” others yelled. My friend asked what the plan was but I just said, “I don’t know. I figure they have enough guys asking questions so I am just pulling in the general direction they say.” Then I quickly swam down and pushed off the ocean floor as a wave rolled over my head. We continued pulling for what seemed forever trying to get the boat out past the breakers but the 200 HP motor weighed heavily on the boat. Time passed and salt began to fill my ears and nose. I tried to blow it out but each new wave destroyed my efforts. As more time passed more men grew tired and quit. I knew what it felt like to be in stress so I was determined not to quit until the problem was solved. “Yahoo! Come on pull!” I yelled. “This is ministry at it’s best.” I hollered to Phil and Kolt.

After a while we realized the plan was to try and push the boat through the mouth of the lagoon and then once we got it in calm water bail it out and tow it back across the lagoon to Palacios. As we neared the lagoon’s mouth, men still continued to quit. The owners of the boat hollered grumpily at the men watching from the shore. “Come and help!” but none of the other men responded. We got closer to the lagoon mouth and started to turn into it and again I hollered out, “Let’s go!” with excitement in my voice. I pulled as hard as I could with my now blistered hands knowing that the job was close to being done. I started praying and thinking, “Lord, how can I use this.” I knew that most of the men there were involved in drug running and that the boat itself was bought with drug money. I knew they wouldn’t listen if I preached and the night was coming quickly. My family had played for a long time and was ready to go. We got the boat into the lagoon and all but the owner, Phil, Kolt and I headed to shore. We kept pulling, I was still determined to get the boat all the way to shore. As we arrived the Holy Spirit fell and gave me boldness. I called the men together and said, “Let’s pray.” I spoke boldly and loudly and my prayer went something like this.
“Lord, I thank you for your help today. I thank you for these men; they’re an excellent team. Help us to serve you and live for you. A lot of people in this town think it’s ok to traffic drugs and that they will still go to heaven but that’s not true. Please forgive us for believing this lie, please help us to change so we can go to heaven and not burn in hell. You love us so much, help us to change before it’s too late.” I looked at them, smiled and said, “Thanks for letting me help you guys.” Then I jumped in my boat and headed home.

 
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