by Aidan Ruch
I was asked to share my thoughts and what struck me– this is easier said than done. On the Mexico trip I saw so many things ranging from poverty, like finding out that the people there make about as much money working ten hours a day, six days a week as we had in spending money ($50); to spiritual warfare and feeling the weight of evil pushing against you. Yet despite this wide range of experiences, the thing that stood out to me the most happened during the Thursday night service.
I’m a pastor’s kid, and something that comes out of this is that every morning when I was young, I would wake up, my dad would make me a bowl of cereal and then we would read a story from this red little children’s Bible we had. One of my favorite stories was this one about a tower and how one time, a long time ago, everybody spoke the same language. Since they spoke the same language they decided to build a huge tower, that way nobody would get lost, everybody would come to them, and they would have this glorious city. Unfortunately these people grew prideful, they thought that if they could build their tower high enough they could reach heaven and look God in the eye and say “we’re better than you”. So God punished the people for their pride and scattered them and caused them to have different languages. That tower was called Babel. After reading the story of Babel, I would always feel sad and I would wonder what would it have been like if we hadn’t done that and if instead we still spoke the same language.
That Thursday night I got a little taste of that unity. It was raining hard and so the whole congregation had piled into the sanctuary and we were all talking and laughing, and it was at that point I realized ‘this is just like home.’ I didn’t see the language barrier; I just saw English and Spanish speakers acting like brother and sisters. That Thursday night I saw the effects of Babel being reversed. What I came away with from that night is that through Christ and His Church we are unified. It doesn’t matter that we had to call for a translator every time we wanted to speak, we were still brothers in Christ and we still worship the same God, even if they say it as “Dios” and we say it as “God.” What I took from the Mexico mission trip is the fact that we are connected to a worldwide body of Christ that loves us and prays for us even if we don’t know it.