Today I have been thinking of the awesome work trip I took to Tijuana, Mexico, with Global Tribe. So, I thought I'd post a story I wrote for the organization not long after returning to the United States in July 2007. The post is lengthy, but the story is worth it. A part of my heart is still with the people I met there.
And the experience changed my life.
Global Tribe Team Brings Hammers and Hope to Tijuana
A Land of Despair
A rutted unpaved road climbs the steep terrain at the
Terrazzas II colony where Victor Elizalde and Flora Montoya make their home.
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| Terrazzas II colony in Tijuana, Mexico. |
Mangy, empty-eyed dogs wander the streets. Children play
ball in the dust. Teenagers mingle. Neighbors gather in front yards to gossip. An
occasional horse, ribs showing, lazily chomps on weeds alongside the road.
Shacks of wood scraps and corrugated metal sit nearly one on
top of the other. Everything is the color of dust. The only sign of hope dots
the gloomy hillside in the form of brightly painted homes, built through Baja Christian
Ministries, Global Tribe
and other compassionate ministries.
A gaping ravine at the base of the hill catches garbage bags
and other refuse discarded by colony residents. In time, bulldozers will come
to move dirt over the rubble and the process will begin again.
During the day, the heat is stifling. At night, the cold
settles in.
Such is life in the slums of Tijuana.
It is here that Victor, 30, and Flora, 26, with their two
children, Daphne, 6, and Victor, 4, have lived most recently in a borrowed
one-room shack, maybe 12 feet by six feet, with no electricity or running
water.
The family never has had a home of its own.
The past eight years, Victor and Flora have lived with
family or friends. They love Jesus and have prayed for a place of their own—the
start to a new life. But Victor’s $300-a-month income as a bricklayer leaves
very little hope. The plot alone for a home in the colonies runs as much as
$10,000—a lifelong commitment in a place where the average income is $75 a
week.
Still, Victor and Flora pray. And hope.
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Hope Arrives
The heat is oppressive July 26 when Global Tribe volunteers
arrive at a newly poured slab halfway up the colony’s hill. Undaunted, the team—a
couple of New Zealanders and a cross section of American society: school
teachers, accountants, students and others, ranging in age from 10 to 60-plus—come
bearing hammers and paint rollers. Most are inexperienced for the task but all
are eager to show Christ’s love.
They are the answer to Victor and Flora’s prayers.
A salvo of thumps and bumps echoes across the hillside,
signaling the start of what will be a two-day project: to build a latrine and a
16-foot by 20-foot home—with two bedrooms, a common area and a sleeping loft—and
to change the life of one family forever.
Within minutes, a handful of team members have framed the
walls. Others are rolling white paint onto trim pieces. Victor and Flora become
part of the team, although they have slept very little the past two nights in
order to guard the materials. Their children and others from the community play
games with some of the volunteers.
Smiles and laughter are all around.
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Love in Action
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| A couple from the colony and me. |
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Less than a mile from the home site, more Global Tribe
volunteers set to work on a 16-foot by 40-foot classroom for the colony’s middle
school. The school, housed in a cramped two story building, already runs two
sessions a day to accommodate its 1,000 students.
Hector Rubio, a pastor and the Mexico
field director for Baja
Christian Ministries,
leads the team. Fifteen years ago, volunteers with BCM built a home for Hector,
his wife and their five children and changed his destiny. Now, he is employed
by the nonprofit to lead volunteer teams in building homes and other structures
within the colonies.
Two women—the equivalent of PTA presidents—arrive to invest
some sweat equity in the new classroom. They work side by side with the
volunteers, painting and hammering and building friendships, despite the
language barrier. One or two hammer pops escalate into a clamoring cadence and within
20 minutes the walls are framed and bolted onto the foundation.
The team at the school is mostly women: a nurse, a
pharmaceutical sales rep, a model, an office manager, school teachers, fulltime
homemakers and others. Only a handful of the group ever has swung a hammer for
anything more than to hang pictures. But Hector is unfazed by his rookie crew
of “chicas.” His motto is “Love the Lord, love the people and work hard!”
The team members are pros at that.
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During the afternoon, the Newsboys visit the sites to meet
and pray with the building teams. The band members are no strangers to the
colonies. The Newsboys have made numerous trips to Tijuana to build homes and to help rebuild
lives. In fact, the band is heavily
vested in Global Tribe and promotes the organization at their concerts.
Frontman Peter Furler, who helped found Global Tribe, thanks the volunteers and
reiterates the GT mission to wipe out all forms of poverty—mental, physical,
social and spiritual. Then he prays for God’s help and guidance for the project
and for the people.
The work continues and a few hours later, team members at
both sites marvel at two nearly completed buildings.
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Sharing a Vision
The second workday begins at the 8 a.m. breakfast call.
Refreshed, team members sit down to a number of dishes—eggs ranchero, fresh
fruit, oatmeal, tortillas—all catered by a restaurant near the group’s hotel. Diana
Judge, Global Tribe CEO, runs down the day’s events. Less than a year ago,
Diana was climbing the corporate ladder with Royal Dutch Shell subsidiaries in New Zealand and
worldwide. Since joining Global Tribe last December, Diana has traveled the United States with the Newsboys to recruit GT volunteers,
has planned and led building trips into the Tijuana slums, and has built an impressive
cadre of donors—all willing to give $1 a day to help lift people out of
poverty. Today, dressed in cap and capris, she is light years from the corporate
world. “Who would like to go with Flora and me to Sam’s Club to buy things for
the home?” she queries the group.
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| A scaled down model of the home plan. |
Meanwhile, Global Tribe President Anthony Walton and “Baja
Bob” Sanders have arrived for the meal. Anthony shares a devotional. Bob
recruits volunteers for some door-to-door evangelizing. Both men are
visionaries. Both have a passion for the destitute and spiritually
impoverished. Both have given themselves away for the sake of the Kingdom. Bob,
founder of Baja Christian
Ministries, has ministered to the poor
in Tijuana the
past 20 years. His goal for the next 20 years is to evangelize and disciple one
million people on the Baja
Peninsula and to build
10,000 homes. Anthony, founder of The Rock—a contemporary church in New Zealand—is
the genius and heart behind a number of charitable organizations worldwide. The
vision and friendship shared by Anthony, Bob and Peter Furler are the driving
force behind Global Tribe. Diana is the engine that makes it all happen.
In the colonies, two structures—full-sized replicas of a
model Hector had built as a demonstration for the work teams—stand ready for
shingles and sheetrock.
After breakfast, team members pack into vans and head for
their mission field.
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Stories on Sheetrock
At the home site, Michele Moore, Jonathan Wickham and Victor
hang drywall. Jon, the project’s team leader, and Michele, a dental hygienist
from Richmond, Texas, write Bible verses on the plywood
before covering it with sheetrock. Michele jots down Jeremiah 29:11: “For I
know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and
not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”
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| Brad & Jamie Myers |
Overhead, Brad and Jamie Myers and Rami Kainer (pronounced
Ramah) work on the loft. Jose, a local boy, has joined them. The air is stuffy
and the space is cramped for three adults and a boy—all trying to put up
drywall. But the communication is flowing: a mix of Spanish and English, hand
signals and pictures drawn on scraps of sheetrock. They tell the story of Jose and
his fear while killing the snake that had bitten his mother. During the
exchange, Jose points out the window to the shack he calls home. Then, he is
curious about the volunteers. He learns that Brad and Rami are both elementary
school teachers—Brad in Damascus, Penn., and Rami in Houston.
Jamie, Brad’s wife, is a biologist for the National Park Service.
Eventually, Jose asks Brad if he knows Jesus. When the
answer is yes, Jose slips a necklace with a cross made of nails from around his
neck. He hands it to Brad. Broken English and pictures on discarded drywall
show that the cross had been a gift to Jose from another “Americano.” Jose
loves Jesus, too, and he wants Brad to have the little treasure. Brad accepts,
speechless. “Gracias,” he manages.
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Anticipation
The new schoolroom is abuzz with activity. Team members hang
sheetrock, tape and mud walls, and install lighting and doors. The drywall mud
will be too wet to accept paint before the team leaves, but the PTA moms give
their assurances the room will be painted before school begins.
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| The children swarmed to the building sites each day. |
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After lunch, Tom Roach, a machinist, and his wife, Lisa, a
school bus driver from Renton,
Wash., begin filling 750 water
balloons for the evening fiesta. The couple have brought along their three
children Scott, 17, David, 11, and Rachel 10. Today they are working on the
school. The first day, they were at the home site. There, Lisa spent time with
Flora and heard her testimony. Flora had come to know Jesus as Savior four
years ago. She and the children watch Christian cartoons and DVDs at a friend's home, which have
helped both her English and her spiritual growth. Victor accepted Christ eight
months ago. He says that being given the home and working with loving,
Christian brothers and sisters have cemented his faith.
As the work winds down at the school, excited children from
the community play games and eat candy with the volunteers. The air is electric
with anticipation for the 5 p.m. fiesta. “Piñata?” one child asks. “Si, piñata,”
a volunteer replies. “No, make that ‘dos’ piñatas!” She raises two fingers and grins.
The children squeal with delight.
In the streets, team members spread word of the fiesta.
“Tacos gratis y fiesta a l’escuela,” April Davis announces to everyone she
encounters in the village. The 34-year-old pharmaceutical sales rep from Houston speaks little
Spanish but is confident the people understand: free tacos and a party at the
school.
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Piñata Riots and Christmas
in July
Like clockwork, handfuls of children begin to gather in the
schoolyard for the festivities. The caterers arrive with tables and a makeshift
griddle. One woman—the tortilla maker—sets to work mixing cornmeal and water, scooping
the dough into a press and then transferring the thin discs to the oiled
griddle. Two other workers line the tables with bowls of pico de gallo, chile,
guacamole, peppers, cilantro, cactus relish, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers,
lettuce, carne asada and pollo. Lines form at the food tables, a local church
group plugs in its guitars, neighbors chat and eat, and the party is in full
swing.
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| The civil beginnings of "The Piñata riots." |
Below in the schoolyard, a throng of children are heavily
engaged in beating a burro piñata. As the candy falls, the group becomes a mass
of flailing hands, fingers and legs—each child grabbing for the falling treats.
The scene is repeated with a race car piñata. The event becomes affectionately known
as “the piñata riots.” Water balloon
fights ensue and the play yard erupts in explosive splashes and laughter.
After the food and games, the party moves up an embankment to
the newly completed school addition. Families from the community crowd in
shoulder to shoulder with team members for a short dedication ceremony. The
Lord has provided and the community is thankful and blessed. Victor and Flora
and their children are part of the crowd. They have received a double blessing.
Next, team members head to the home site. A prayer is offered,
the keys are presented, the ribbon is cut away from the front door and tears
flow freely. Marissa, a 17-year-old student from Texas and three-peat homebuilder, has become
hard and fast friends with Daphne. She is with the 6-year-old during the
ceremony.
In the moment, Daphne turns to Marissa. “Merry Christmas!”
she exclaims.
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Flowers in the Window
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| Victor, Flora, Daphne & little Victor in front of their new home. |
Before leaving Tijuana,
team members visit the bright pink house where the little family who has stolen
their hearts now lives. They find Daphne and little Victor giving the neighbor
children tours. A half dozen sets of bright brown eyes take in the splendor.
With an air of concern, Daphne cautions the children not to
disturb anything. “It’s my house,” she says proudly.
As the vans leave, team members can see through the front
window a little vase of flowers Flora has arranged on the kitchen table.
In two short days, a pile of lumber has become a house—and now
that house has become a home.
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| The July 2007 Global Tribe building team. |
“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who
build it.” (Psalm 127:1a)
