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Casas por Cristo (Houses because of Christ) is a mission organization, founded in 1993, that builds homes for families in need in México, the Dominican Republic, and Guatemala. In four days, volunteer teams transform an empty lot into a complete home. Families served receive a renewed trust in God’s love and faithfulness as volunteers are awakened to the realities of poverty and the importance of humanitarianism and service in the name of Christ.
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| The beginning of the third day... |
This summer we're having a celebration and you're all invited!! On May 14th we are building Home 4,000!Earlier today, when I was getting ready to go horseback riding, I picked up my jeans to put them on. These jeans (because I don't have a washing machine and because I'm really financially frugal) haven't been washed since they crossed the border and built a house a couple weeks ago. As I was putting them on, a lingering little Mexican dust cloud came up out of them. At that point I realized that everything about these jeans was still exactly as they had been in Mexico; well, mostly everything. My pocket knife was still clipped on, they still had spare nails and screws in the pocket, there was black roofing tar on the leg. But after I got them on and looked in the mirror, I realized that everything about where they are at now (as well as myself) is different. For starters, I was freshly showered. I was in my carpeted room, with my bed behind me, my computer sitting on it, my stuff all over the place. I proceeded to put on my other clothes from Mexico until I was clothed in exactly the same way I had been in Mexico. It's funny, I sometimes referred to these clothes as dairy clothes, work clothes, or riding clothes, but now they're Mexico clothes. These dusty Mexico jeans sent me into a huge time of thought and realization the rest of my day.
As I was driving out to where I keep my horse, I began to notice how vastly different everything was from the scenes of Mexico. I saw rolling green hills, and trees, big fancy houses, and nicely paved roads. It's funny how being gone for a week can make me look at my surroundings so differently than I did before; surroundings that I've been seeing almost daily for the past two years. I've been having similar thoughts since I got back from Mexico, but today it really hit me that I have got absolutely no reason to complain about anything. Ever.
Here's a picture of those same jeans in Mexico. There, I'd wake up every morning on the hard floor of the sanctuary at the church where we stayed. I'd get dressed, eat a bowl of cereal, brush my teeth in the small bathroom, and go to bed without a shower. We were actually living in comfort, compared to the average Mexican family. We had an abundance of food to eat, a vast supply of clean water, a large gated area to leisurely hang out, eat, and worship, a flushing toilet, and a fairly decent kitchen with a refrigerator stove, and sink. But during the day we'd be working on a house, where they didn't have all of these commodities. There I met one of the most amazing people ever.
Juan Jose, the father of the family receiving the home we were building, is truly an inspiring person. He'd stay up working at night, then get up and work on the house with us every day. The day we poured the cement slab, he kept working on it even after we left. He was just as much a part of the building process as any of us were. He knew so much more about building houses than any of us on my team did, but he never got frustrated with our ignorance and he was very willing to teach us better ways of doing things. In addition to all the work he put into the house, he spent all of his money to feed us a delicious lunch on Tuesday. He never complained or asked for anything in return. It's almost ironic to think about our situation. We went to Acuna, Mexico to show God's love, by way of building a home and giving to a family in need. On the flip side, that family showed us God's love by being open and welcoming from the start, helping us build their home, and feeding us great food when they didn't have to. After three days of working alongside our family, this empty lot became their home.
(Aimee is currently spending her summer serving with Casas por Cristo and building homes for families every week!)
So I could probably write a book about this week and the build and about Juarez but I'll try to keep it short and sweet and just include my VERY favorite parts and the brief basics. This was our first training week out of two so it wasn't a normal build. We were with a ton of staff members and we were called aside at times to learn what we need to know about how to lead teams and how to do each part of the house. Next week will be similar but even more intense training because we will be building a two room "single." We will learn how to disperse jobs on the work site and be a good multi-tasker. This week was definitely challenging because I didn't just get to do the jobs that I feel comfortable doing like I normally have done on previous week-long builds. For example, this week I had to stucco. Stucco is a mixture made of sand, water, concrete and lime that we put all over the sides of the house. I'm not gonna lie, stucco is a pain to put up. I've tried on my previous trips and more stucco always ended up on the ground than on the wall so I just gave up. This time giving up wasn't an option, but Janette and Alexis were right there alongside us teaching us the tricks to putting up stucco. After a while I got the hang of it and I'm not nearly as awful as I thought! Today I had to put door knobs in... it probably was just operator error but it was a lot harder than I expected it to be!
This week was definitely not the perfect build either. Aimee forgot her passport in America. I hit two fingers with a hammer on two separate occasions and got two nasty blisters. I had a bloody nose most of the week, and almost passed out the first day because I was just not used to the heat and working that hard. There were some times I absolutely questioned why I was crazy enough to come down here. It's hot, it's hard work, and it's EXHAUSTING. But then my favorite Mexico moments came along and I remembered why I have such a passion to spend my summer down here...
One such moment was working with Ivan (Pronounced E-vaan). Ivan is the one farthest on the right.
At first the kid kinda drove me crazy. He pretended that he was gonna steal all my stuff and asked how much it was worth and kept trying to convince me to give it to him. But he really was a good kid and an awesome help when it came to the house. I don't know much Spanish at all and Ivan doesn't know much English so at first it was really, really hard for us to communicate. Thankfully however, not knowing the same language doesn't stop God from making an awesome connection between two people. I was working on stucco next to Ivan and we started trying to have a conversation. Before I knew it we'd managed to talk about our families and friends and I was able to tell him that I wasn't married and I didn't have children and we talked about how old we are and other basic things. I know it was all really basic but for two people who speak two totally different languages it was a blessing to make a friend. Ivan enjoys working on Casas houses and may come help us other times during the summer since we will be close to his house.
| Something that made me stop in my tracks, smile and pull out my camera was seeing the children of the family use the scrap pieces of our lumber and use them as building blocks. |
I overlooked that pile of wood so many times this week, and when I did see it I was normally frustrated because I had tripped over a scrap while carrying something. In the eyes of a child that pile of trash lumber was something so much more though. It was a castle, a fort, a car, a tower... the options are limitless! Oh how I wish that I still had the view of a child. These children with very little found such joy in what they did have.
My absolute favorite part of the build was this morning. I was outside of the house repainting the trim when I started to see Miguel walking around the house. Miguel is the one beside me in a blue sweater. All of the children had been super shy for the first two days that we were building. I tried talking to Miguel multiple times and he always hung his head and walked away. As I was painting I heard the song "We No Speak Americano" come on a Spanish radio station playing next door. From around the corner of the house I saw Miguel starting to dance to the music. Of course I walked a little closer to him and started to dance too. The next thing I knew, shy little Miguel was dancing with me and yelling "Ándale, Ándale!" as I ran around giving him piggy back rides. He stood by me and held my hands throughout the whole dedication ceremony and I can honestly say that my heart broke a little bit when I had to leave him today.
The dedication ceremony always makes the time spent building the house worth it. The more you get to know a family the more you are glad that you spent some of your time helping them out. This week we built for a single mother (Marielena) with 5 kids and many grandchildren also living with her. She has been waiting for a home from Casas for over 2 years. Recently she lost her daughter and son in law. Marielena took in all of her grandchildren along with her own children. I am so humbled to be used by God as a tool to give a family a dependable home.
Other highlights of the week
~seeing the kids run through their new home with the biggest smiles on their faces
~walking to a Mexican grocery store with some local kids and some of the team members
~drinking MANZANA!!!!! (it's an apple flavored soda)
Pray~ That I may have better health and fewer injuries next week. That the family next week may see the love of Jesus through my actions and the actions of the Casas team. That I may be teachable and receptive to learning everything about being a good team leader and that I don't let Satan tell me that I can't do construction because I am a girl or won't be a good leader because I'm not fluent in Spanish.