ALFRED'S DAY

Last but far from least was Alfred! Alfred was to get a shower, he was number 38. Alfred is thirteen and severely mentally handicapped, and didn't want a bath and doesn't understand a water sprayer, and that's the way we give baths. It took several of us plus mama to complete the shower, but It was done. This was the second time so it was a little easier.

After the rather traumatic shower, Alfred's mother wanted him to have a haircut and Alfred had plenty of hair!

Marison is our barber. She is good and keeps clipping for hours, the boys love the way she cuts hair. Her two clippers are hot! Now enter Alfred and his mother and another experience for poor Alfred; a haircut. Things were going rather well until the clippers got clogged and made a terrible screeching noise which flipped Edgar out, now it was a three person haircut. For thirteen Edgar is strong! Every so often the screeching would start again and Edgar would gain strength ... while we laid hands on his head. About five minutes and four screeches later Edgar had his butch haircut! He looked back at the haircutters with disgust as his mother pulled him away.

A haircut doesn't seem like much, it's only about 36 pesos or about $2; but when the family's priorities are food, school and transportation ... haircuts become few and far between. Thanks Marison!

In our four neighborhoods we are appreciated by the hundreds. Thanks for making our ministry among the really poor possible.

MUCH MORE THAN HURTING PROTOPLASM! JUST TWO IN BILLIONS!

I prize this painful painting! It says so much, much more than I want to listen to. I have been there, I have seen it, I've heard the quiet sobbing, the coughing and cars passing by ... I've even smelled it. This picture doesn't harden my heart, it breaks my heart!

In this case, we Christians need more Godly heart attacks.

Too often compassion is trumped by reason, or some other way of fighting off Godly guilt. At any rate it never seems to get spelled right. If we're smart, and we are, we never stop long enough to let God's chemistry of compassion sink in. The more we look at this picture, the more it hurts. Compassion demands changes be made, and on occasion sacrifices be made! I've met many "mature" Christians who still haven't a clue as to what real compassion is. Compassion, mercy and grace are three words securely locked in their dictionary.

Every one of us who so carelessly call ourselves a Christian, has an obligation to respond with a sacrificial compassion to 'needs' ... to the needy we find in life's path. (Christians should never intentionally navigate around the needy, but we do.)

And as a Christian I want to have an empathy or sympathy ... even a sorrow for those who have 'wants' ... be it cigarettes, bottle of whiskey or another drug. Those are 'wants', not 'needs'. "I'm sorry but no!"

But for the truly needy, Godly compassion ... true compassion will move my heart, hand, even my pocketbook.

LOOKING FOR THE LOST 15 YEARS

Way back in 1981, a friend and I started "Spectrum Ministries," a ministry dedicated to the very poor just across our border in Tijuana. My friends backed me up and financed the new ministry and did it grow.

Because of the many years I did youth ministry here in San Diego, I thought of the potential of introducing American teens to become involved in an actual missionary ministry in a foreign country. Our Church is located right along the north south freeway. It became a great staging center for housing week-end groups.

I was always grateful for the years our Church hosted these teen groups from all over the nation.

This 'minister with us' concept grew and soon we were attracting groups from all over the U.S. Hundreds of groups added to thousands of teens and adults being introduced to a 'hands on' experience of actually serving the poor, aged and handicapped.

Often I look back at those fruitful years where teens could immerse themselves in frontline ministry along with countering a radically different culture. I feel those visits made a powerful impact on teens as they evaluated their lifestyle in contrast with the true poverty around them.

Now, some fifteen years later, how did that trip, or those trips impact their present lifestyle? I wonder if any would consider returning to serve the poor in Tijuana?

Just wondering if that "jump-start" experience really started anything, actually did it make a difference in lives?

THAT LITTLE DOLLAR

We were born poor, 1929 poor!  So about the largest chunk of money I had ever seen was the dollar, and Mama kept those. Ever since those old golden days, I've seen the dollar slowly tarnish and slip away in value. In that day my sister and I would go to the candy store with two pennies or a nickel and struggle with the decision of what candy to buy. A dime was worth today's dollar. And our today's dollar keeps sliding ... I guess it's only us oldsters that notice that! Coke's the same price just a smaller can or bottle. Hey! Who's kidding who?

But ... in Tijuana's rural areas where their peso is sliding faster than our dollar ... our dollar isn't paper, it's gold.

We have a range of needs in our hungry world. Indeed some are large amounts of money like special medical emergencies, funerals, accidents but normally your gifts are given in smaller amounts to our people and some of your dollars are spent on a regular bases; two come to mind. Widows, and a dozen families caring for the mentally and physically handicapped with little to no income. Dollars in increments of $5, $10, or $20.

For the kids It's $1 or $2.  A tooth. A Birthday, Good grades. Etc. Winning a game or challenge is worth a dollar or two.  We have more fun with our new colorful dollar game; a game I made up especially for Mexican kids! Kids play for dollars! They would rather have a dollar or two than toy's, including soccer balls. With the kids, any way you look at it, these dollars are translated to food!!  On average about a third of their dollar winnings are given back to mama for food.($2 or $3.)  The rest, if any, is spent at school for food or local junk-food. (Never fear, this game is played in their area only once a month.) ... and gives them a little happy fun time each month where they can forget, for a day, where they are and who they are or what many will become ... these little dollars you make possible.

EMERGENCY!!!

Well, the well predicted El Niño has finally slapped the west coast! In the southwest an El Niño is translated rain, and while Californians are jumping up and down and cheering wildly as we are finally getting our much needed rain, water and snow.

Tijuana is drowning! The sprawl of greater Tijuana has never prepared for rain. A well-known fact, and now it comes in bucketfuls. The corrupt Government that should have prepared the city are running around shaking their heads and pointing at each other, while shacks and houses wash down the hillsides and children die in suffocating mud. In one sense it’s comical, on the other hand it’s heart-breaking. Not only houses but lives will be lost. Mexico and it’s people will never learn to think ahead. "Ni Modo" rules.

I’m sitting here warm and dry in my little one bedroom house watching it come down. Sitting here a safe sixty minutes away from an ongoing tragedy. I feel like a general sitting behind the lines trying to figure a way to get supplies to the troops. The question is how.

My cell phone just buzzed another warning of possible flooding.

Today was bad, tomorrow the forecast is for a larger storm and even more rain.

I would, on behalf of the hundreds of poor people that depend on us; ask for your prayers.

YOUR MONEY AT WORK

God knows the weather ... and He isn't telling. For sure the weatherman doesn't know. The weather reports here in Baja have been very confusing. They say the weather today is sunny BUT it's been raining. Because our areas of ministry are very remote and connected with narrow dirt roads, when it rains, they become ribbons of dangerous slippery clay where the slant of the road dictates your direction.

We had to cancel workday yesterday after three days of rain mudded out our plans ... but plan two worked out. (Much better road.) Off to the old folks home we went. We decided to give Christmas Bonus cash packed in little envelopes to each of the twenty workers! Talk about happy! The staff was happy that day. That meant an extra weeks pay.

The workers are paid about fourteen dollars a week to care for over a hundred old people ... that is to feed, clothe and bath them, change their pampers, and bedding. Day after day putting up with the aged, crippled, and senile. These people willing to work with the old and worth-less, are worth so much more than $13.00 per week.

Some of the money we had for barrio Pedrigal, we gave to the old folks home.

Your money at work.

TOO BIG TO SWALLOW

A local pastor was checking out our Christian Education Program. Sunday morning he took a walk through our Christian Education Facility ... walking down the hallway he checked out my Sunday School class of a dozen or so Junior High boys. He found them with their Bibles open and listening intently to my teaching. He walked out very impressed. You see Junior High boys just aren't into studying. (He didn't know my secret! )

A few Sundays before, my kids were giving me a hard time ... a bunch of teen squirrels. I decided to play a little trick ... and turn them into students.

The lesson that Sunday was on Jonah.

Here's what I told my kids. "In my lesson this morning I'm going to tell you guys a big fat lie and you're going to believe it! Your going to buy it! Now, for anyone smart enough to catch my lie, I'll take you down and buy you a big frosty (Ice cream) ... BUT HERE IS THE RULE, don't let anyone know when you hear my lie, just whisper it to me after the class." "OK? Now lets get to the lesson on Jonah. As I was turning to the book of Jonah, I kept talking, "Now this little book tells of the fascinating miracle of Jonah and how he swallowed the whale, or big fish ... now have you all found the book?" Indeed they were students, and indeed they had the wrong motive. I used the statement "Jonah swallowed the whale" twice. Only two kids caught me! Two frosties for a room full of students? Not a bad ratio. In fact the idea worked so well I continued teaching each week, throwing a few lies in my lesson. Yes, the following Sunday I told them all about the lie I used the previous week and made fun of them. Students indeed!

TALK ABOUT TESTAMONY

It was in the city of Bogota Colombia I was hit in the face with an ugly reality. It came in the form of an honest question.

I was housed a few days in the lovely home of an agnostic couple. They were the Youth Sponsors of the Union Church of Bogota Columbia. I remember walking into their home for the first time and noting their thriving marijuana plants in the hallway. They were on a U.S government grant examining the causes of poverty. It wasn't to be the warmest of hospitality, as they knew I was a Christian Youth Pastor. Indeed it can be rather chilly in Bog. The last morning we were eating breakfast together and the young man asked me what I did; what was my focus. I told him my passion for working with the poor in the barrios of Mexico. I remember well; he stopped eating, looked at me and said very clearly “You mean you are a Christian and you give a damn about the poor?”

To many Christians, the people we minister to are seen as a growing strata of human scum plagued by drugs and debauchery; forming an environment in which evil flourishes. They are right BUT as painful as it might be, someone has to enter this world of broken people. Their challenge to us? How dare you bring the light in! His light in itself reveals the ugly truth.

Below the boardwalk of life, one by one, we collect the people who fell through the cracks ... according to the Word of God, there are no worthless people!

I'm still plugging along among the poor. I'm more than aware of how my people are seen. They are comfortable in their darkness. Indeed Satan has a tight hold on them. But to God there are no worthless people ... It's simply God's will that someone enter their stinking world and love them, sharing God's grace; caution, coming as a light into their dark world is risky at best ... it makes a good target for the evil that exists. With God there is no area on earth that's off limits!

BUS RIDE FOR A HEMORRHAGING CHILD

Last Thursday was Spectrum's workday in barrio Laguna.

Mari, is very poor and Spectrum's free vegetables are a real help. She's always glad to get them, but she had another problem. Her little boy was alone in the General Hospital, he just had surgery and she really needed to be with him but had no money for transportation; a couple of dollars would do it. Would some missionary giver her a little money for transportation?

She threaded her way through the crowd contacting several of the Christian missionaries telling them about her son Victor in the hospital.

The day before he was vomiting blood; she quickly took him, by local bus, to the General Hospital where they quickly operated on him. (I wonder what she felt like sitting on the at the bus stop holding her bleeding son while waiting for a bus?)

Mari simply needed a little cash for bus fare to visit Victor. Several Christian missionaries prayed with her but none offered her even the little money she needed for transportation. Prayers and sympathy are nice but ... some things take dollars.

Then a Mexican lady pulled Mari aside and said, "Go find Hortensia, she'll help you."

Word gets around.

Well, that's just what she did, and Hortensia listened to her story. Mari has four young kids and her husband is crippled and can't work. He gets a pension of about $90 a month. She earns a little extra by selling candies, tortillas and nopalis (cactus) When Victor, age 9, had his attack, she took him to the hospital, but then she had to return home to the children.

Alone in the General Hospital isn't a good place for a kid to be. No mother would want to leave her son in a Hospital alone. She wanted so badly to visit him, but no "Christian missionary" had even $2. To help her out.

Strange isn't it?

Well, Hortensia did give her the transportation money plus some food money for the family. People know we care. (I give Hortensia extra money to help on her Spectrum work days.)

I met Victor last Saturday, the day he was discharged from the hospital. He had lost a lot of blood. He was a little shy, but he let me pull his lower eyelids down and I saw he was still anemic. He needed good food and some red meat.. (Iron) So we made it possible for her to buy the food the doctor prescribed. In this case the proper diet was essential! Mari was so happy!

We appreciate those of you who make it possible for us to help in cases like this.

AS SICK AS IT GETS

Let's call her Sabrina; a young woman in Tijuana who wanted to have a baby, but she and her boy friend couldn't have one. Sabrina was determined to get a baby! A young lady friend of hers was two months pregnant.

Sabrina dreamed up a diabolical plan.

Sabrina cozied up to her pregnant lady friend. She often went with Maria to her hospital appointments with her doctor, she bought her little meals. They visited each other in their homes. The two became inseparable. Sabrina's plan was going well.

When Maria was about seven months pregnant, Sabrina invited her over to her house. At the house she killed Maria, cut her open and took the unborn child as her own.

Day's later Sabrina took the newborn child to the hospital to register him, in checking her, the doctor became suspicious, then the authorities were called and the whole story came out. Maria's bloody corpse was found among some cardboard trash in Sabrina's house. Sabrina's case was quick. She is doing fifty years in the penitentiary.

The little baby was given to Grandma along with Maria's two year old son. As soon as Hortensia heard about the tragedy she went to visit the Grandma. At first Grandma was tight-lipped and very apprehensive, but when she found Hortensia was not from the police or media, she opened the door. This was just what the lonely Grand-mother needed, a friend to be there to talk to. Hortensia wasn't there to simply listen and pray with her, but to help the poor lady out. Pampers, formula, blankets, food and love were all supplied. Hortensia is well known in Tijuana for just this reason ... she cares.

LIFE IN OUR JUNGLE

Suddenly, Maria broke loose from the group at our workday, and she started running up the dirt road toward the school some distance away. In about an hour she came walking back hot and sweaty. What happened? She got a phone call that they had kidnapped her daughter from school and were holding her for ransom.

Maria returned from the school relieved, her little daughter was there. It was a scam. Tijuana is getting more scam calls such as these. Hurtful scams that too often pay off. As the economy continues to fall, more and more of these scams are being created.  Two uniformed men appear at the door claiming to be from the Government. They ask for permission to enter and fumigate the house. Their uniforms and papers appear to be authentic. Once inside they rob the house. The media soft peddles the growing kidnappings and shootings in Tijuana for fear of hurting tourism.

The little SUV saved the day!

Boy has it been hot these past weeks! We decided to buy all the kids little Ice Creams from Jorge the school Ice Cream man.. A picture made in heaven because Jorge needed the business and the kids as usual were hot and hungry so he pushed his little Ice Cream cart a half mile over to Barrio Gardenia where we were working. (The same place the scam above took place.)

At the end of our workday I paid Jorge for his ice cream “ministry” Lots of children and adults. Eyes always watching. Chibo and her drugged up boy friend were watching too ... watching me pay Jorge.

Fortunately little ears are always listening. Two boys heard Chibo and her boyfriend mention that they were planning to rob Jorge as he pushed his cart back through the canyon. When you’re drugged up you don’t speak too quietly. The little ears heard the plans ... the little ears told us.

As Gringos this put us in a bad spot. We can’t interfere with Barrios, we can’t get involved with the police and we can’t let Jorge be robbed. After some thinking a plan emerged.

Fortunately someone noted that Jorge’s Ice Cream cart, if dissembled probably would fit in Joyce’s little SUV ... that way we could drive Jorge and his cart past the robbers as they waited. They had no guns ... only a knife and sharp machete.

And so it was! The incident caused us forty-five additional minutes ... but Jorge, the Ice Cream man, was home and really relived. Chibo and her “malandro” friend had to get their “hits” some other way.

The following week two young men were abducted and killed in the Barrio next door. Leaving a widow and three little kids. A shot in the head and you immediately have a widow and three kids. We're helping her on this one.

Like the Amazon jungle I’ve spent so much time in ... there are always eyes watching! To strangers that world looks peaceful but to those who know, it’s anything but peaceful; it’s full of dangerous surprises. Day or night our jungle is dangerous; at night raise the danger level 100%

Just a reminder to send your prayers our way!

TWO MITES TOO MANY

God sees the small things: God notes the sparrow of little worth as he falls to the earth. The widow's, near worthless, two mites couldn't possibly make a difference in the running of the Temple, prompting another lesson; it wasn't what she gave, it was that she gave. It wasn't the amount, it was the motive. Two worthless physical coins invested in the Spiritual Kingdom. Makes sense to some of us.

Speaking of little, On the occasions where our Lord was to teach, the disciples were busy shooing away the mothers and their kids ... "Lord, these kids are just a nuisance!" Jesus replied ... "let the little ones come to me", To Jesus, indeed the little ones were the future; in fact the kids were to be first in His Kingdom.

A controversial question: Does God bless irresponsible giving! It appears so. The widow is nameless. The widow is poor and perhaps had young kids. The motive of her giving remains unknown. She gave all she had in her purse.

Were I standing there watching, I would have advised her not to give her last two mites, and I would have probably given her money. The Lord didn't do either. I wonder why?

The obvious primary lesson, is by giving all she had to God, she gave more than all of the big givers combined ... She gave all, they gave a portion. Dig deeper; is there another lesson here?

Another proof that God sees values quite differently than we do. I'll be honest, this example makes me uncomfortable as it jerks my ever human logic around. This story, or example, is to be a lesson on Godly sacrificial giving, and as a Christian I'm expected to look, learn and do.

Perhaps we, as Christians, should consider changing our view on values ... to search for what really counts in God's sight.

And while we're at it maybe we should reconsider our definition of sacrifice. Was this an example of sacrificial giving? Not that her gift amounted to anything, it didn't: it wasn't what she gave that counted but that she gave sacrificially. Her gift to God, left her with nothing in her purse! Her gift placed her in the position of trusting God.

My question: Will the Lord bless her with the "nothing" she now has? Or will He bless her more than the "everything" the many other givers have?

Alas, we are so tight (responsible?) we end up being un-Godly. When God is looking for a sacrifice we reach down, deep down, searching for a mite or two to give Jesus. "Truly, these mites can really help some worthy cause."

Mark 12: 41-44 & Luke 21: 1-4

MAMA, WHATS A CAR?

Another thing about "my world" that most of us North Americans don't understand is transportation ... how someone gets from one place to another. Now Tijuana is full of millions of people, and true, there are millions of cars. (And trillions of old tires!) Vintage cars, little and big busses, taxies, etc. These wheels fill the streets and roads. But most of my people fill the sidewalks, they get around by walking, or taking a little bus. For the most part cars are not in their picture and those few that are in the picture are old, very old.

Yesterday was our big workday at barrio Gardenia. (The barrio is anything but a fragrant "gardenia") We picked up Andres and Jose, and took them with us in my nice shinny new SUV. I'll be honest it's five years old BUT looks brand new.

Now Andres and Jose about ten years old, just moved to Tijuana from South Mexico where cars and Americans are rare. Their mother warned us that they had never been driven in a new car; in fact they had never driven in a car with an American. So it was to be a first time experience. Mother's last words were "roll down the windows they may vomit!"

Well, they didn't! They were white knuckle excited as they examined the car. Roll down the window? No, just push this! They chattered away while fingering everything. No time for barfing! This was their first ride in a real American car!

I just thought I would mention this to let you know that my border world is really a different world ... so different from our formed opinions. So much of a difference on the poor side of our border fence. Moving by wheels cost precious money.

The first thing in Tijuana that impresses the American visitor is to see people, lots of people and they are walking! It was fun giving Andres and Jose their first time experience riding in a real car!

HEROES OF A DIFFERENT SORT

Through these years of ministry in Tijuana I've had occasions where I've visited ... I'll call them, "houses of mercy" where throw-away people are taken for medical attention. We went there to see a boy who had been hit and injured by a car. I went to the boy's bedside where his father was crying and pleading with his boy to respond. His brain-dead son just stared at his crying father. I'll never forget that!

I slowly walked around the two rooms full of hopeless medical cases. Slowly observing "ministry" in action. It was hot, two fans and no Air. I watched as four poorly paid men did the ugly jobs: turn the patients over, insert feeding tubes, take out catheters, empty bags of urine, change soiled pampers and clean dirty beds. One of the men was working the makeshift kitchen. These kind of workers became heroes in my mind.

One of the hardest things I ever did was on a bus trip to Disneyland. A bus full of excited orphanage kids. SantaAna, Interstate five ... Shell service station. Our bus driver signaled me to pull over. The driver opened the bus door and I could smell the problem. All the kids were crowded near front and all alone way in the back seat sat a ten year old in tears. The kid was attacked by the diarrhea bug ... and he lost!

The boy and I walked slowly to the little bathroom. I gave instructions to another driver to go and buy some new pants, underwear and tee-shirt ... and I went to work on the dirtiest, smelliest job I ever had. It was all I could do just to keep from vomiting. A humiliated stinking boy, small wash basin, scores of paper towels ... In a small way I can relate to these 24/7 heroes.

There are now over 150 in Chuy's Old folks home. I watched these same kind of hero's at work in this community of the handicapped and aged. From cooking three meals a day, changing catheters and urine bags, changing pampers and cleaning dirty smelly beds

Two days ago I asked Pastor Chuy how many helpers he has and just what he pays them. He told me he has sixteen workers and pays them each about $15 a week; he pays the two cooks $30 a week. He told me rather sheepishly that there are nights when he has had to sneak out, he couldn't pay them; the money just didn't come in. For hot, hard and dirty work $15 a WEEK!

I thought why not a bonus? They've never gotten a bonus. I hope you don't mind, but I took some of your money and broke it down to cash. I asked Pastor Chuy to give me a list of his workers. We placed $30. in sixteen little envelopes. Hortensia wrote their name on each envelope.

Yesterday there was joy in the camp. A happy surprise! A special encouragement to sixteen underpaid heroes! They each got their bonus. Oh yes and Pastor Chuy got his bonus too!

Thanks for helping us do this kind of thing ... we couldn't do it without you!!!

GIVING GOD ADVICE

"Behold I stand at the door and knock" ~ Revelations 3:20

It's not like we've locked Him out, its more like we've pulled Him aside to give Him some advice. "You see Lord, Your Gospel and methods just aren't working, and in our opinion there are three good reasons. 1.Your methods and Gospel are outmoded, 2. Out dated, and 3. Have become irrelevant. As a society we've moved on. Your methods back then may have worked for Peter and Paul; but look around Lord, it isn't working today. Now that we have your attention Lord, what would You suggest?"

We need your "help" on this. We're willing to help Lord but things have to change.

Indeed, is "help from us" the problem ... God lacking our help? Since when has God needed man's help? Could that be the problem? Man integrating himself in God's Divine business?

Remember, way back, God created man ... we didn't create God. gods yes, but God no.

God's Gospel of grace was totally a God thing.

The creation of the Church was totally a God thing.

The Holy Spirit is a God thing, a Divine phenomena. God and God only power!

God will work through what He chooses, or whom He chooses. God and man, or God and angels for that matter are not co-equal! God and man have never been partners in a joint venture, God just doesn't work that way. Where do we get the idea that God and man are involved in a joint venture of spreading the Gospel and planting His Divine Churches?

We might best sit in the beautiful shrine of an empty cathedral and reflect on ... why God has failed in His quest to advance His Gospel throughout the world. Reflect on why the Church hasn't grown? The deadness and smell of death in the Cathedral should give us some answers. The tower of Babel or beautiful cathedral in all of it's beauty both smell of man.

Man has done his best only to find he has contaminated he very Gospel he preaches, God came to save and change man never to partner with man.

Could it be so simply said: God's desire is to work "through" man, never "with" man! ... or God, forbid, "for" man!

LET THERE BE DOGS

I live in San Diego, in a big collection of middle class Townhouses called Canyon Rim. From my kitchen window I watch the dog walkers. A growing number of these couples are opting for pets not children. I'm glad, very glad to see this growing parade of doggies. (I've only seen one cat being "walked" and that was a hopeless exercise in futility!)

In my opinion, today, having a pet become the third person in the family is a wise decision. Biologically today's adult couples are qualified to create kids, however in my opinion, rare indeed is the couple today that's qualified to "parent" their child, or God forbid, "children" to mature adulthood. Buy a pet!

I know most every woman at one time in her life wants a "baby". Unfortunately, every little baby grows to be an adult. Parenting a baby to become a healthy mature adult is expensive, demands time, and competence.

CAUTION: Young couple ... buy a pet!! And you can continue your life of "recreational" sex.  A pet can be loved as much as a kid and in many cases more than a kid.

Here's an impressive list of reasons why pets may be the right choice for you. Seriously consider the following ...

• Pets don't require a college education.
• Pets don't cry themselves to sleep when they find out mom and dad are divorcing ... That's for the rare couple that bothers to gets married.
• Pets will never turn out to be a teenagers that you can't manage.
• Pets won't mind going with "daddy" one weekend and "mama" the next!
• Pets won't be influenced by your hypocritical behavior.
• Pets around here in California are not male or female, they are neutered, so they won't end up horny fruit flies. Dogs and cats are a happy liberated California Unisex!
• Pets won't get into drugs or join a gang.
• Pets don't require expensive shoes or clothing!
• Pets won't demand their rights ... or say NO!
• Pets are always under your control. In your house or leashed so they won't be "hanging" together on the corner at one A.M.
• Pets don't have to be taken to school activities.
• Pets will be happy with a bone for Christmas ... try that with your teenager.
• Pets aren't into expensive clothing.
• Pets can eat once a day!
• Pets medical expenses will be a little less expensive.
• Pets won't be needing a telephone or computer.
• Pets won't surprise you by turning out Gay, transvestite  or bisexual ... they are a happy unisex.
• Pets don't need the Internet.
• Pets don't get addicted to porno.
• Pets can spoiled and not make you feel guilty.
• Pets are loyal no matter how cruel you treat him he won't divorce you! ... in liberal California children can divorce their parents.
• Pets will never turn out to be a gangster, you won't be visiting him in prison.
• Pets won't steal from you to support their habit.
• Pets may mess up your floor or bed, but they will not mess up your life!

CAUTION: In my opinion, today's He and She together in a comfortable bed should have some serious "pillow talk" BEFORE creating a child. Today creating a child is optional ... undoing a twisted adult isn't.

My advice to today's young couples; plan on getting a pet ... don't create a human life only to end up screwing it up!

Just some advice from an old man who has seen too many screwed up young people here in America and in Tijuana.

IN THE OLD DAYS ON RADIO

The announcer would say something like this "Good morning to all of you there out in "radio-land". I guess today it would be proper to say, "good afternoon to all of you out there in "Cyber-land." A mystical advanced land of higher electronics. Another e-mail message.

It's true, we as a ministry do struggle to get investors, partners, and for good reason, we invest our income in helping the worthless, the non-productive: what's known as society's human debris. Unfortunately this society lays a corner or an alley away from violence. Someone needs to touch the untouchable.

According to God's Word someone needs to be doing it and we're willing to be that someone.

I remember this comment too well, it was in my early years starting work with the very poor in Tijuana. The setting was a Saturday Prayer Breakfast. A Deacon of our Church came over to me. "von, why do you work with the poor in Tijuana ... they're just like a bunch of rats, you keep feeding them and they'll just make more". It shocked me at first to hear a "man of God" make a comment like that ... unfortunately, I don't get shocked any more because more people than I realized feel that same way about the adults and children in my world.

Just a little cyber reminder that we're still out there loving on God's forgotten people in Tijuana's untouched world. Care to join us?

SIMPLY A VEHICLE

I drive an '04 vehicle. I've spend a lot of time and many miles in this vehicle. My vehicle takes me where I want; it goes where I direct it. However It's simply a vehicle. To be sure, my vehicle is not me; we are attached only in the purpose of transport. My vehicle serves me. I'm inside my vehicle yet we are separate.

Not hard to understand.

I see a similarity in life. My body (flesh) vehicle and me; we make quite a pair. Indeed we are very close. "Until death do we part."

My flesh body is not me; it's my God given vehicle. It's my temporary earthly vehicle, my onetime and onetime only, vehicle.

My body of flesh simply exists to serve me ... to please me and fulfill my needs and desires. To do my dictates.

My body is temporal while I'm eternal. My body is flesh and blood, while I am Spirit. My body has been given a life-span while I am a forever being.

When I became born the second time. I received the option to donate my vehicle to God's use for His purpose, or to continue running it for my own pleasure. For me that decision was a struggle. At that point I made a choice. God, you can have my physical body, it's yours for your purpose and direction.

Many years have passed and as old as my vehicle is, I'm still committed to doing what I can, where I can and with whom I can ... as long as I can. Von is under God's control.

When all I can do on earth is done. When the last chapter; the last paragraph; the last sentence; and the last word is written of my life, all will be followed by a comma, not a period.

Just moving on ... Earth becomes a memory ... eternity becomes reality.

HAMBERGERS: NEXT TO HEAVEN!

"Do you mean it Von, you'll take us to eat hamburgers!?!" All five wanted hamburgers more than anything else. So we picked up the elated young crew and headed to a new Carl's Jr. for hamburgers!

Kid food and personal attention. I asked them "when was the last time you guys had a hamburger?" They quietly thought and thought ... no one could remember having eaten a real Hamburger and gotten all the soda free ... this was a first time adventure and it was fun to watch! (Expensive it was! $70 plus but worth every $)

"Hey Von, will they have hamburgers in Heaven?" ... "Tonio, I don't know!"

I had planned this occasion for a reason, to get with each boy separately while the others were in Carl's Jr. Kids Play Room. Each boy needed attention badly. Too young to have fighting parents ... Not the time in their lives for father to split and leave them for another woman. Not the time for father to go back into drugs ... one boy with no father lives with his violent and mentally handicapped mother and crippled aunt. Each of these kids need to know God loves them and that we do too ... and we'll stick with them!

Hamburgers and sodas took them away from reality for a few happy hours. I'll assure you, these kids will remember the time of their first hamburger ... a life time memory!

Yes, these boys can use your prayers!

OK ... this is just one of a hundred ways in which we spend your money.

Thanking you!!!

ANOTHER INVESTMENT IN THE WORTHLESS

Two weeks ago in Mexicali, a government old folks home burned down killing 17 and injuring 26 of their people. Enter inspectors investigations and bureaucrats. Now all old folks homes in Baja are to be inspected and updated.

The Government gives these inspected old folks homes not money, but two months to comply with Fire Safety or they will be closed down.

Of course these old folks are on the edge of death any way, but laws are laws, regulations are regulations and indeed safety is very important.

Translated: Chuy is suddenly hit with a big bill!

Pastor Chuy let me know of this morning, and with 150 oldsters he's rightly concerned about where he's going to get the money to upgrade the home. It's a package of about $1,500. Quite a challenge.

When I say "worthless" it elicits mixed emotions, these oldsters contribute nothing to society in fact they now depend on society.

God loves each of these old people, although I can't speak for His Children ... we haven't much but we're going to pitch in.

If you want to send some help Chuy's way ... On your check write Pastor Von (Place stick-em note with Pastor Chuy's Old Folks Home.) and mail to:

Pastor Von
1043 Emma Dr.
San Diego CA 92007