Vida Nueva

I must preach the Good News of the Kingdom of God to other towns, too, for that is why I was sent. ~Luke 4:43

Pastor Vicente Nolasco invited Stuart to share his experiences as a missionary at his church this past Sunday.

Going Kosher

Today, Stuart and I went on a road trip to Polanco with the hopes of finding Matzoh.

 Unlike in the US, where you can probably find it in any international isle of your local grocery store, we had to travel about an hour north by metro and taxi. 

Here at La Selecta we found our matzoh and horse radish.

My students will enjoy these and other treats on Tuesday when a guest missionary presents Christ in the Passover at Anna Sanders Seminary.

The Tower of Babel

(I preached today in our home church in Mexico City (Asamblea Cristiana). I will share my sermon with you here and in the next few blogs)

I grew up in a town called Hamden in southern Connecticut and I lived in a neighborhood which consisted mainly of Italians. Our town and the surrounding area enjoyed the best pizza places and Italian bakeries, owned and operated by many Italian immigrants and their families. It seemed that everyone had names like Proscino, Velardi, Fiondella, and Cappucci - and that was just my mother's side of the family. In fact, as a youngster, I thought everyone in the whole world was Italian, because that was the world in which I lived.

La Palabra de Dios

Stuart preached last week at our church, Asamblea Cristiana in Mexico City. In fact, our pastor asked us to take turns preaching every month. We really appreciate this opportunity, the pastor's faith in our ability, and the kindness of the patient saints in our church  :)

Let Justice Roll on Like a River

Discouraged. Disheartened. Depressed. Dismayed.

That about sums up my week.