Becky and I were sitting on the micro together. It was a typical ride.
And then the man behind us talked to us.
We were Americans.
The back of her shirt read “construyendo”—building—and he was hoping we could build him a house.
He and his wife needed a house. So many need houses.
I didn’t know what to do. But I don’t think I did the right thing.
All I did was explain the shirt—“construyendo para eternidad.”
And then it was a long ride. My heart broke—for him, for mexico, for the needs, and for my affluence.
I asked him his name. Horatio. His wife’s name is Anita.
I will pray for you and your wife I told him—and for a house.
He will provide. My God is a God of provision.
Yet I said nothing more and I did nothing. I just sat there.
“Dear brothers let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.” 1 John 3:18