Program Study

Part of the RUF Internship is for me to do a program study. In the program study I learn about/study aspects of ministry, beliefs of the Presbyterian Church, and an area of personal interest. I read books related to these topics and then when I weekly meet with Peter for our one-on-one (aka: discipliship) we discuss what I'm learning, my questions, and applications to my life and the ministry here in Mexico.

So far, I have read "When People are Big and God is Small" that discusses our fear of man and lack of fear of God; and I'm currently reading "Putting Amazing Back into Grace" and the "Westminister Confession of Faith". With each section that I read in each of the books I write a summary in my own words, personal questions I have to discuss with Peter, and then general questions that students at the UNAM might have. I'm am definitely thankful that Peter continues to pour into me and care for me spiritually throughtout this experience.

Wedding in Morelia

This past weekend I was invited to attend a wedding in Morelia, Michoacan, Mexico. Morelia is a beautiful city about four hours from Mexico City. The family of the groom has a house in Morelia and then also a ranch outside the city. The wedding took place on the ranch and it was breath-taking. The wedding ceremony was at three in the afternoon and took place outside. Following the ceremony we ate Barbacoa (nothing like our BBQ, even though the word looks similar) and there was a live Nortena Band. The rest of the afternoon/evening was filled with dancing, cake, and a bonfire. Once it was dark, I think I was able to see more stars than I have ever seen before!!! All in all, I did get about 47 mosquito bites, but they were totally worth it!

West Asheville Baptist Church...In Mexico???

Yes. Today while I was riding the metro in a city of nearly 30 million people I saw a man wearing a shirt that said "West Asheville Baptist Church of Asheville, North Carolina". NO JOKE.

At first, when I read the shirt it did not shock me at all. I see shirts all the time that say "Asheville"; but then it hit me that I was in MEXICO CITY! What are the chances? The metro was to crowed for me to make my way over and ask him where he had "bought" the shirt....oh well, next time.