Project Description

MOVE, (Missionary Outreach Volunteer Evangelism) is a volunteer-staffed, faith-based missionary training school located near Orange Walk, Belize. MOVE exists to inspire, equip and mobilize missionaries to serve in difficult places around the world.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

When Wrenches Open Hearts

Dear friends and family

You must pardon my stylistic deficiency in this report as I type this on the fly as we wrap up this year’s first three-month mission training program with a flurry this week. The commission ceremony for generation nine will take place this coming weekend, and 12 fine young people will go forth to their respective mission posts, from Nepal to Bolivia and other places in between.
Generation 9 P.G. Mission Trip Group

We just got back from the customary weeklong mission trip organized, planned and executed by our student body at the conclusion of every three-month session. This time we were in Punta Gorda, commonly referred to as P.G., a distinctly Caribbean seaside town of about 6000 people where one of the main drags is appropriately dubbed “Rasta man Street” and a large oceanfront billboard in Creole reads “Ya da fu we, Belize!”  (Translation: “This is for us, Belize!”)
Sharon Mejia, the student mission trip director who hails from Guatemala did an excellent job of organizing our team and the trip events which included daily health education activities at the Adventist school, (which also doubled as our campsite for the week) constant door to door visitation in the community, cooking classes, health fair, mechanics brigades, nightly meetings in both the Spanish and English church, and a sacred music concert on Sabbath afternoon.
On arrival we were greeted by an enthusiastic Pastor Edwin Valiente, new to the district, and new to Belize as well, (He comes from Honduras) Through all of our activities, Pastor Valiente was Johnny on the spot, lending a helping hand, giving words of encouragement all around, and greeting and welcoming community visitors with irresistible exuberance.
Our last day in P.G., pastor Valiente confessed that when he initially received our students’ request to work in his district, he was tempted to say “no.”
“When I’ve had missionaries come work with me before they’ve been nothing but trouble and head-ache and one problem after another!” He exclaimed. “So I prayed and said, ‘God, I need this group to be different!’ and He has more than answered that prayer! I am so thankful for the love and service you have shown this week! I have learned a lot from you.”
Pastor Valiente’s district has now been added to MOVE’s growing list of mission outpost options for our students to do their six-months of fieldwork. After hearing our Sabbath afternoon concert, the pastor also plans to send a small group of the church youth to MOVE for a weeklong seminar on music.
            My job on the mission trip, as usual, was with the mechanics brigade, directed by Santiago, an ex-air force soldier from Colombia with the gift of service who also happens to be our only mechanics student this current session. Our first day in P.G. we set up shop on the sidewalk in front of the Bethel S.D.A. church. Despite heavy promotion, not a soul was in sight at starting time Monday morning, not even the elder who was to open the church for us so we could plug in our extension chords. So while Santiago called the elder, Jeff and I went up the street from house to house while brother Jorge Maldonado and Jonathan went in the opposite direction to invite the neighbors. In less than half an hour we had our first four or five machines. From there on out we saw continual action until we closed down shop Friday afternoon. Many people driving by stopped to ask what we were doing. Most thought it was a yard sale.
            “You’re fixing the machines?” They were surprised. “How much does it cost?” When they heard it was free, most were overjoyed, but some were incredulous.
            “What’s your agenda?” One black man demanded, his brow wrinkled into a topographical map of doubt. Jeff talked to him for at least half an hour explaining the goodness of God and why we do what we do.
When people arrived with their machines, they would sign in, leave their name, number, type of machine, and a short description of the problem, and we tried to work on them in the order they arrived. Some guys sat to watch us work, while others just dropped off the machines and came back later. The second day we improved our strategy by bringing along someone from the health brigade to take blood pressure and give tips on healthful living to the men while they waited. As they were leaving, we gave them free literature and asked them to fill out a short survey about their experience, and what future services they might be interested in, including personal finance, gardening and stop smoking seminars. Many also signed up for personal Bible studies.  We left all the contact information and surveys with Pastor Valiente so the church members can follow up on things.
During the four days that we worked on people’s old junk we helped 54 different people and diagnosed, fixed, or tried to fix over 70 tools and machines. Overall, people were very grateful.
“Thanks so much for doing this, it means a lot. Even if you can’t fix my machine, just the fact that you are here trying to help us is worth a lot. Nobody has ever come to help us like this before” one man told us.
Mr. Tony was another man who was especially touched. Jeff and Jorge serviced his truck and spent time explaining to him the different kinds of motor oils among other things. He wanted to pay them, but when they refused his interest increased even more. When his current night job is over in about a month, he says he will start attending church. He also signed up for personal Bible studies.
Another man we helped is the leader of the ecumenical church in town. He was also very favorably impressed, and when we offered him free literature, he chose the book The Great Controversy!
I was able to minister to Mr. Tito Bol after Jeff fixed the reverse lights on his pickup truck and got his weedeater running again. When I asked Tito if he had a prayer request he told me he has a brother who used to attend the Adventist church but is now in the hospital in Belize City with liver and kidney failure. We had special prayer for him and his family, and I passed the information to the pastor. Mr. Tito chose a copy of Desire of Ages and also signed up for Bible Studies. 
Mr. Oscar, the Bethel school watchman, was the last person I helped. He and his wife with their brood of cute, curly blond-tipped black-haired munchkins live less than a stone’s throw from our campsite, in a little matchbox house on stilts in the corner of the school campus. Recently married and baptized Adventists, they emigrated from Honduras several years ago and still don’t speak much English.
            On Friday afternoon Oscar brought over his Homelite weedeater.
“What’s wrong with your machine?” I asked.
“Nothing, I was just hoping you would clean it up for me and tune it up”
I should have recalled the favorite adage of many a father: “It it aint broke, don’t fix it!” But hoping to please the man, I cleaned the spark plug and the carburetor. As I worked I chatted with Oscar and he told me how much he loves this machine.
“This morning I cut three yards” he said with pride. “I used to sell my weedeater every three months and buy a new one, because I cut yards every day for a living. I used to do up to 7 or 8 a day, but I was burning out my machine too fast. Now I just do three or four yards a day. But this machine I have had for over a year and I don’t want to sell it! I’ve had people offer to buy it, but I keep it because it is very economical with fuel and it has good power.”
To my horror and chagrin, when I finished my cleaning job, the machine didn’t want to start! I re-cleaned it, rechecked the adjustment needles, and tried about everything else I could think of, without success. It was getting late. I felt terrible, especially after hearing how Oscar depended on this machine for his daily living. I apologized profusely, and suggested we pray. After prayer, I kept trying but nothing seemed to help. Soon Jeff came to see how I was doing and took over the operation. After about 20 minutes of fiddling with the adjustment needles he was able to start the machine and finally got it tuned up, praise the Lord
            Before we left Sunday morning, Oscar came to say good-bye.
“How is your machine? Have you tried it out yet?” I asked with trepidation.
            “I already cut one yard this morning” he replied with a wide grin. “It’s running like a dream, as good as new!”
What a relief and what an answer to prayer!
If fixing simple small motor equipment can be such delicate work, how can I ever hope to be of use to the Master in repairing souls damaged from sin? I need to study, practice, and above all, constantly depend on God. Like our mechanics brigade, the work of tending to needy souls is an incessant flow of hard work and careful attention to detail. It often seems that our labors will never end. But eventually time will run out and the last effort will be over. May God grant us the grace to persevere and be able to someday say as Jesus did, “I have glorified Thy name in the earth. I have finished the work that Thou gavest me to do.” (John 17:4). 




We spent a lot of time on our knees... 

Saturday, April 07, 2018

Faithfulness is Contagious

Thank God, faithfulness is contagious! As you may recall from my February report, sometime last year, Alvina Valencia and her two children, Marina, 13 and Isaac, 4 began attending our church. At prayer time, Alvina would ask for special prayer for her husband, Luciano. Once in a while he would accompany his family to church, and last November we had the privilege of holding a worship service in their two-room house. 
Worship service at Luciano and Alvina's house

In January, Luciano quit drinking and started coming to church regularly. In February, he started Bible studies.
“I’m so happy because God did a miracle in my life with my daughter”
Mr. Luciano’s smile spread from ear to ear. We were about to have our second Bible study together, but I wasn’t about to miss this story!
            “Tell me about it!”
“My daughter Marina was an average student. She was getting by like scrape dog with 72%.”
“Scrape dog?”
“Yeah, that’s how we call it here when you barely pass. And along with all the rest of the barely passing students, the teachers make her go to extra classes and pay $6 every Saturday. I think it’s just something the teachers do when they need a little extra money.” He laughed.
Here in Belize not even public education is free, and many families make big sacrifices to try to give their children a good education.
“At first she started going because that was the only day they gave those extra classes and she needed it to pass.” Luciano continued.
I well remembered when Marina had begun to miss church. Lyli and some of the other missionaries had spoken to her, encouraging her to be faithful and to be an example and testimony to her family.  Now I learned that Mr. Luciano, who grew up Adventist himself, had been inspired to encourage his daughter at home as well.
 “I told her, ’You have from Monday to Friday to learn it.’” Luciano continued. “‘Pay attention and learn it. The teacher can fill your page with demerits for not going to school on Sabbath if she wants to.’ 
“I gave her 50 cents every school day to buy juice and chips at school. I told her to be faithful to God and pay her 25 cents of tithe each week. I don’t know how it happened, but it’s like a miracle! When she stopped going to reinforcement on Sabbaths and started paying her tithe, her grades went up from 72% to 88%!” He beamed. God’s faithfulness to Marina when she decided to be faithful to Him has obviously encouraged Luciano to be more faithful too.  Praise God for His great faithfulness and that He is willing to make us faithful too!
 “Since I stopped drinking this new year, there is so much more peace in my home.” Luciano told me. “I don’t fight any more with my wife. I want to be a good example for my kids. The other day the police raided a house on our street, and took the young man away in handcuffs. Isaac asked me why, and I told him because he was doing bad things like selling drugs. Isaac said, ‘I’m so glad my Daddy doesn’t do bad things like that guy!’ and I felt so good because I want to be different then I used to be and I want God to keep changing me so I can be a good dad for my kids.” Luciano finished with a smile.
On March 3, 2018, Mariana was baptized at the Chan Pine Ridge church, and her dad Luciano recommitted his life to the Lord by a public renewal of his baptismal vows.

Luciano and Marina are at the left of the Pastor (blue shirt and tie)
 
Marina's baptism

Monday, March 05, 2018

The “Unfortunate” who gave God his Fortune

“By faith Abel offered unto God a more excellent sacrifice than Cain, by which he obtained witness that he was righteous, God testifying of his gifts: and by it he being dead yet speaketh.”  Heb 11:4     

(The following true story was told to me by brother Alberto Tosh a couple of weeks ago. I have added some dialogue and tried to arrange things in the best narrative order.)
“Mr. Tito was not a target of envy among the villagers of Yo Creek, Belize, but he certainly was a target. People made fun of him for his curious appearance and his clumsy gait that was likely the result of polio. He was a convenient butt of anyone’s jokes, because he would never talk back, not even if he wanted to, because he could not speak a word.
“To earn his living, Mr. Tito peddled whatever he could grow, collect or forage. During mango season, he would glean the fruit that everyone else had left behind, and then ride his bicycle down San Antonio Road for nearly nine kilometers to sell the produce in Orange Walk Town.
“Every week, Mr. Tito would cut the grass at the Yo Creek Seventh Day Adventist church, and every week he would sweep the sanctuary and clean the bathrooms. Every Wednesday night and every Sabbath, he was the first one to arrive at church. He unlocked all the doors and opened the windows. If none of the brethren showed up for prayer meeting, Mr. Tito could be seen leading the worship service all by himself. For years Mr. Tito was like the heartbeat of that little village church.
            “The day came that the brethren decided it was time to build a new church in Yo Creek, and a call was made for each one to make a pledge. When the time came to collect the offerings, Mr. Tito shocked everyone when he presented 2000 Belize dollars ($1000 USD), for the new church. How in the world did humble nobody Tito come up with such a fortune for the cause of God? Some whispered evil murmurings, but Mr. Tito’s life was without reproach. He had apparently given away a good chunk of his life’s savings.”
Brother Alberto had nearly finished his story when our own version of Mr. Tito ambled up in his shuffling gait, his left arm held out bent at the wrist and elbow. Everyone calls him “Chevito.” He communicates to us mostly through hand gestures and a series of odd, mostly unintelligible sounds from which we occasionally can understand a word or two like “agua” or “auto.”
“Unfortunately, Mr. Tito was struck by a car and killed while riding his bike to sell fruit in Orange Walk.” Brother Alberto finished his story.  
 “Oh no, how sad!” I remarked. “But what a beautiful testimony of faithfulness. Thanks for sharing this story. Isn’t it amazing how God uses his humblest children to teach us such powerful lessons about what it means to be faithful? Isn’t that right, Chevito?”
Chevito grunted and nodded in affirmation.
“You can be a missionary for Jesus too, just like Mr. Tito was!”
Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed I saw a glimmer of desire in Chevito’s eyes. 
Chevito attends our group regularly at Chan Pine Ridge where he almost always sits in the first or second row. Despite, his speech impediment, he loves to sing, and he can hum enough of a tune to request his favorite hymns. He is our most willing deacon, and when we ask him to help collect the offering, at every transition in the program he points at the offering baskets with the unspoken question, “is it my turn yet?” I pray that God will use him to testify for the truth in Chan Pine Ridge, just as he used Mr. Tito in Yo Creek. May God use us all wherever we are, and may we be ever faithful. 

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Church Plant Sprouts in "Impossible" Terrain

“I still can’t believe that there is an Adventist church in Chan Pine Ridge!”
His comment caught me by surprise. I had met him for the first time at the church in Chan Pine Ridge that very morning, and now we were enjoying a fellowship meal at the MOVE campus.
“I used to colporteur in Chan Pine Ridge and the people were really closed-minded!” the brother continued. “In fact, there was a group that tried to hold evangelistic meetings there, but they got sabotaged. Someone even rubbed Pica Pica on the upholstery of their vehicles!”
“Wow, what’s Pica Pica? Sounds like something itchy!”
“Yes, it's a poisonous plant with hairy pods and it gives a terrible rash! Besides that they would disrupt the meetings and even cut out the lights. The heckling got so bad they ended up suspending the meetings! So how have people been treating you?”
“Quite well actually! They haven’t chased us out of town yet! We’ve experienced some prejudice from a few families in they way of suspicious glances and comments like “we have our church” when we try to visit them. We’ve also been insulted by a couple of drunks, but many of the people are actually quite receptive!” I replied.
The work in Chan Pine Ridge began to gain a foothold a few years ago when Miguel and Vilma Chavez, former volunteers at MOVE, felt a burden to take up the work in that community and they began regular house-to-house visitation, community service projects and small group meetings.  An evangelistic series resulted in 14 baptisms and the group acquired land and began building a church. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, most of the new members fell away. When the Chavez family received a call to Guatemala, Yaneth Robles and Ray and Phoebe Sikidge continued the visitation in Chan Pine Ridge and advanced the church construction. Ray and Phoebe were called to the Philippines about the time Lyli and I arrived to MOVE.
About this same time, Yaneth was praying fervently that God would send reinforcements: permanent Adventist members from the local vicinity to help raise up the church. God has been answering that prayer in extraordinary fashion. Four families simultaneously began to attend regularly. First there is the Bochub family: Sister Eva Bochub and her husband Agusto and their three children, Abdi, Isis and Uziel have been a tremendous blessing to our group. Brother Bochub has given the sound system, electric fans, and made a beautiful pulpit. They also regularly pick up those who need rides and bring them to church. Sister Eva is full of energy and hospitality and is active in visiting the sick and ministering to the needs of others. She teaches our primary Sabbath school class. The Bochub family has an extraordinary testimony that I will share in a future update.
The Tosh family also joined our group. Grandpa Margarito or his son Alberto drive the red work truck, and the rest of the family packs together in the cab and on wooden benches in the back. Margarito told his testimony how God saved him as a young man from falling into a life of drug trafficking. He later accepted the Adventist message after listening to a complete evangelistic series and Fatima bring a number of grandchildren, and Alberto and Lucy come with their two children, Donovan and Keila and some other cousins as well. Alberto grew up Adventist, but when his first wife died, he fell into drinking. At the bar that he frequented, he met Lucy, who worked there as a waitress. When they got married, Alberto decided it was time to quit drinking and began to study the Bible with his wife and two stepchildren. Last November they became the first to enter our church baptistery!





 The Cawich family also began to attend about the same time as the other families. Brother Daniel is an electrician and taxi driver, and his wife Mirtha is a teacher at the Adventist elementary school in Orange Walk. Brother Daniel has already brought in one of his mission contacts, the Cámara family, and they have begun to attend regularly as well. They are not Adventists yet, but Claudia Cámara is convicted on the Sabbath and has already made a stand with her employer and received Saturdays off. She has not missed a Sabbath since she started coming about two months ago. Her husband, Adrian Cámara scoots into church on a skateboard and lifts himself up onto a chair near the front. He was born without legs and makes and sells his own prosthetics. They bring their children Claudia, 13 and Anthony 15. Anthony loves learning the hymns. Brother Daniel asked us to accompany them giving Bible studies in the Cámara home, but unfortunately we have only been able to do one study so far. Please pray for Mr. Adrian, as he has some real personal struggles that he is dealing with, including alcohol.  
Brother Wilber Valencia does imports and exports for the Mennonite community. He wants to start doing mission work, but something is holding him back. Please keep him in special prayer. His wife Ana has been active working with the youth and Ambassador’s club, which is similar to pathfinders but less formal and more mission-work oriented.
Wilber’s sister-in-law, Alvina also began attending our group regularly with her two children, Marina and Isaac. Marina wants to be a missionary and study at MOVE when she is old enough. (She is only 14.) We told her she can be a missionary right now at home with her own father! Well, a lot of people have been praying for him too, but her father, Luciano, came to church the last two Sabbaths. He spoke with me after the service last week and wants to study the Bible. He also asked if he can be in charge of cutting the grass and keeping up the church yard! The next day I was able to visit him and have our first Bible study. This New Year he quit drinking and says he hasn’t missed it a bit.
“I am so much happier now!” he grinned. “I haven’t fought with my wife since, and there’s a lot more peace in my home. I want to seek God more and get involved in church. I was baptized Adventist when I was a teenager, but it was just out of emotion. Now I want it to be for real.”

God answers prayer! He is doing exciting things in Chan Pine Ridge. I haven’t even told you about the mission contacts and Bible studies going on in the village. We need your special prayers as does God’s church all around the world. We feel a great responsibility to help the group start right on the solid foundation. Pray that we will be faithful instruments, always in the hands of our merciful and mighty Lord. The story of Chan Pine Ridge is still being written, and while the Enemy is trying to get his words in edgewise, God’s side of the narrative is glowing with the power of His double-edged sword.  

Monday, January 08, 2018

A Student's Perspective


The following essay was written by Isai Perez, one of my students this last class session, about his experience at MOVE. He asked for my help translating and editing and gave me permission to share. Isai is now in Bolivia where he will be in charge of the food services at the Familia Feliz orphanage (See pictures below).


All Roads Lead Home
Isai Perez

All roads lead home. I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head.
For some reason, different feelings had ended in tears that night. I felt I could not continue the same life I had when there was something better, but to leave my dreams for something completely new? I was really scared.
"All roads lead home?" What does that mean? Somehow I kept thinking about that phrase. Roads? Home? Ha ha ha. I laughed at myself for a moment. “Foolishness!” I hissed through my teeth.
At that moment I received a message: "Hello friend, are you ready to come start a new adventure with Jesus?" The truth is that it took me two days to answer that message. I was afraid to leave everything to go to a little missionary training school in Belize.
That week one of the most important people in my life disappeared, leaving a great pain in my heart. My sadness was so noticeable that my parents were worried. So I decided to answer the message and asked the directors if I could arrive a week early. They said yes, and I bought my bus ticket for the next day. It hurt a lot to say goodbye to my family. I had been home with them for a full year while I recuperated from a surgery that had taken me away from college. I saw my parents crying and I felt my little sister’s arms holding tight to my leg as a last hug. Sadness enveloped me for a moment as I boarded the bus and tears began to roll down my cheeks.
"All roads lead home" the phrase interrupted my tears, but I could not understand. What ways? What home? I'm leaving my home. I told myself. Maybe if I got married I could go to my home. I retorted sarcastically. And thinking about all this I fell asleep.
Finally I got to MOVE. Everything was very different. The people were very friendly. I liked it so much that I started to forget about my problems and that confusing phrase that had plagued my thoughts. Until one evening when the principal said, “I had the opportunity to visit my family but I am happy to be home again.” When she said that I remembered that she had referred to MOVE as her home before, and it had confused me a little. But now I was really perplexed!
The rest of the students arrived later that week. They came from Belize, Canada, the U.S., Chile, Mexico, and Guatemala! MOVE suddenly had more life than usual.  We were all waiting, we did not know what was waiting for us, but we knew what we wanted, to serve and to know God more.
During the first week of our new life at MOVE, we had the opportunity to hear each other’s stories, or many would say testimonies. Through them we could see that God had led us all in different ways, and that MOVE had been our choice. For many of us it was a drastic decision to come to MOVE. But we could not deny that it was the best decision. Each testimony told of a sea of troubles, suffering, despair, anguish, pain and confusion. We all had the desire to leave all those problems in the hands of the only One who was willing to give his life for us, Jesus Christ, and He had led us step by step to this decision.
"-All Roads Lead Home" I said to myself again, but still could not understand exactly what that meant.
All of us chose from four different elective classes: mechanics, construction, education or health. We had a tight schedule of school, work, visits to the local churches and other activities. Each of us had to preach twice, give four Bible studies and direct two small groups.
A smile could be seen on our faces, teamwork was one of our good qualities, we all seemed to be synchronized, and any problems around us seemed intangible for the moment. I liked this new life; apparently everything was perfect! Something that really caught my attention is that everyone ran: from breakfast to classes, classes to lunch, lunch to work, from work to dinner in the evening and many more activities.
But as the days passed, my smile began to fade. Fear and fear of loneliness began to pervade my heart and soul. Each of us began to act differently, as activities and responsibilities began to be a burden and a challenge for most of us. Pride and self-sufficiency was our greatest enemy. We really had many talents in different areas and that knowledge was our own shadow.
After the first month of classes, we had a survival campout in the bush as part of our Practical Skills class.  We had to meet several conditions in order to win certain pantry items for the campout. One condition was to keep our garden areas clean and free of pests. Also we had to present our homework and tasks on time, and complete certain challenges that our teacher gave us in order to win the necessary points. Finally the awaited day arrived. We got ready to pray and head out. 
That weekend marked us all. Lack of organization, communication and our pride emerged from our shadows. It was a hard blow to see how low many of us had fallen. From that point on the challenges were increasingly difficult and the activities even more numerous.
Soon a new challenge began. We had to plan a mission trip that takes place at the end of the course, and would test our knowledge gained during the three months. Most importantly, it would test our trust in God.
We had to choose among ourselves who would be in each of the 17 different responsibilities as director, secretary, treasurer, food services, accommodations, evangelism, health, and transportation, among others. We began to pray together each for our trip, but sadly we were still not able to achieve unity among ourselves. We did not give up, however, and God did not abandon us. Little by little I could see the hand of God working in us. But negativism and pride were also still present.
It was in those days when my spirits fell, and I touched the depths of my ocean of loneliness and sadness. For a few days I forgot everything, and many noticed it. I felt that part of me had died. I could not see clearly. And when I was just about to give up and go home, I told myself “All roads lead home.” Again that phrase resounded in my mind, although I still could not quite understand. 
Another week had passed; both the good and the mistakes were history. What have you really done to improve and to overcome? Or do you just settle for what you thought was good? I asked myself. The truth is that often we stop so long to lament missed opportunities that we don’t see other opportunities open before us. When you cannot run, jog. Jog when you cannot walk. When you cannot walk normally, use a cane but never stop. Life is uphill. Never give up! Always go ahead, with confidence in God because that will bring success.
Despite all our weaknesses, God had great plans for all of us. Despite our differences, our faith in God kept us together. We were 17 students with 17 pasts and 17 different stories. Is that what that phrase “All Roads Lead Home” meant? I wondered, but it still didn’t quite make sense and I sighed but still hoped to discover the meaning.
The days passed quickly and there was so much to do. We only had three weeks to complete the three months at MOVE.  We were one week away from the mission trip. Our destination was San Pedro Columbia Belize. We were all worried because we had no money. But that week all 17 or us joined in the morning to pray and beg God's direction. Despite our stress and concern for the trip, God began to make changes in us, and at the same time He graciously began to give us what we needed for the trip.
It was Monday, November 6 at 4:47 in the morning when we started our trip. We were all waiting to see what would happen. I am more than certain that God watches over his children and all those who decide to leave everything to follow Him. He provided the money that we needed at the last minute.
The mission trip was a success. The people of San Pedro Columbia could see something different, and expressed interest in hearing the Word of God. We did construction, mechanics and health fairs. We went out to visit people in the Mayan village. We distributed books and had a campaign in the local church as well as a Vacation Bible School for children. Thank God we had about 90 children in the last few nights. God blessed us greatly and was with us at all times. He kept making changes in us, and despite the difficulties we could feel peace. We were now sure that God made up for our needs.
After the mission trip we only had one week left. The three months had come to an end. I could not avoid the nostalgia at the thought that I would no longer see my new friends. I was afraid because now we had to split up to go to the mission field for 6 months or maybe more. We did not have the money or any idea of how we would get to our destinations. What we did know was that God would continue to provide and help us at all times.
“All roads lead to home” I told myself again, but this time I knew that my home is not on this earth, my home is a place I can not even imagine. My home is where Jesus is, no matter who I was, what I did wrong, if I am poor, or do not have a degree. It does not matter my skin color or the country I come from, God loves me and accepts me as I am and is willing to give me the peace that the world denies me. He died for me, died for you and is willing to carry our burdens. He is willing to change the direction of our road, and take us home to His heavenly kingdom. Yes, all roads lead home, if we trust in God with all our heart. If we let Him direct our paths, soon we will enjoy eternal life and happiness. 
“I'm with you, I will protect you wherever you go. Do not be afraid or discouraged, be strong and brave I command you,” God says. He will never leave us alone.
We were 17 students in our last weekend in MOVE. For us, MOVE was a drastic decision, a 180 ° change. We cannot deny that it has been the best decision. Each of us is a witness to the living proof of the miracles of the great love of God in us. We all have the desire to go out and tell others about the love of Jesus who gave His life for us on the cross of Calvary. Now I have a new challenge: to follow Jesus without flinching, without looking back: to leave everything for the One who gave His life for me.