Yesterday I went with a brother and one of his friends into Mexico.
Our first stop was to visit a local pastor and his mom at their home. The pastor is still single, so he lives with his mother. This pastor shared a lot of what’s been going on in the flock that he is overseeing. More women than men attend the church and often women will come without their husbands, so please pray for God to save Mexican men and that they would be discipled to lead their families in the ways of the LORD.
While visiting the pastor, I mostly just listened except when spoken to. The other brothers knew Spanish well so they talked back and forth while I tried to grasp what I could. It was mentally exhausting to try to understand what was being said since my Spanish knowledge is pretty weak. It was frustrating to feel like a dumb person who can’t understand or speak when spoken to.
The heat and humidity takes getting used to and even for those who have lived there for years, it’s still probably uncomfortably hot at times. Most buildings are without air conditioning. I got just a little taste of the physical difficulties that missionaries endure when moving to a different climate than the one they are used to.
It didn’t take more than half a day in a foreign country to experience just a couple of the difficulties of missionary life. And it was hard.
Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. (2 Timothy 2:3 KJV)