This little church was built by NewSong Church from Grove, Oklahoma
I want to thank each of you who responded to my article yesterday concerning Jessica and James’ need for prayer. Thank you for your outpouring of love and support in this difficult time. I am so very grateful that we have a God who loves us. We are not alone in this equation, we stand with the 
maker of the universe beside us.
Yesterday I mentioned Las Pitas, and promised that I would write an update on the outreach there as well. Please pray for the work in that little mission church.
Satan, our Enemy is not a gentleman, and he always strikes when we are not looking. Our young man who has been moving forward into leadership ministry there has been attacked by him. Although he remains firm in 
his faith, he, none-the-less, can no longer 
continue in a leadership role at present and is no longer part of the team.
This means that our little church now does not have a national to lead it other than Daniel.
Danny, as we all call him, is doing a wonderful job. However, he is only fifteen and lacks the maturity of years. Also, he has not been a Christian for too long.
We also have young Benjamin who is not a leader, but is an excellent helper, and leads the worship with his guitar. Along with Danny and Benjamin are Tanya and Karen. Both of these young women are sixteen and wonderful girls. Their role in the team is to teach the children, who in reality, form the main part of the church at present. These precious girls take the children and nothing but a head full of songs and Bible stories, into an unfurnished, dilapidated shack where they are building 
Christ’s Church.
I wish that I had taken the camera with me the week-before-last. When we got to Las Pitas torrential rains began to fall. Thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and water ran like rivers down the mud streets and paths of the village.
I didn’t expect anyone to arrive for church, but sure enough, we had over a dozen children show up like little drowned rats, drenched from head to foot, and covered with mud. The girls took their little flock out the back to their shack and sheets of rain fell so that one could barely even see where they went. I wish that I had pictures to show it, as words are inadequate.
This past week I did bring my camera to show you some typical
village shots. It was not raining, and so you will only have to imagine what it is like in the little huts when the water runs in torrents across the mud floors.
This village is not unusual, or different in any way than hundreds and thousands across Mexico. Each one needs God to bring forgiveness, hope and salvation. These villages are steeped in witchcraft, poverty, death, hopelessness, and now in recent years, in the satanic cult of the worship of “holy death”. This satanic worship is a strong demon which has gripped Mexico over the past ten or so years, bringing with it evil, physical death, and spiritual deep darkness. It is linked very closely with the rise of violence and drug related murders in Mexico.
At the moment I am waiting for Benjamin to arrive so that we can head out to Las Pitas. Unfortunately he was to have been here more than two hours ago.
We hope to purchase this house for native worker to live in.
I guess, like as was mentioned in a recent blog that I posted, we will simply need to be “flexible” again. I am afraid that he is not going to show up.
The other kids on the leadership team are all involved in the Vacation Bible School program which is running here in the Cd. Valles church this 
week. I know that they could not come today, however, Benjamin was still supposed to come. So, once again, things change…
I have just been invited downstairs to be a part of the Vacation Bible School program, so I had better run.
We need and covet your prayers.
