Today I am writing from the futon in our house in San Juan. Michael has left to make the thirty minute motorcycle ride to Sabaneta where he will be meeting with a pastor there and discussing the possibilities for partnership. We are looking for a local person to join us in our ministry to
Las Cañitas, a tiny mountain village with no church.

Looking for partners can be a tricky thing. We ask the Lord for lots of wisdom, knowing that what you see isn’t always what you get. When I think of local partners I think of Pedro, a dear friend of ours in Matamoros. When Pedro learned that there was a family in a very poor community who wanted to have a house church in their home, he began to make the one mile plus journey several times a week on foot to meet with the people. At times he would walk in scorching sun, complete darkness, or sticky mud carrying folding chairs with him all the way so there would be places to sit. He diligently continued his ministry there, and soon he was pastoring a full blown church that would meet Sunday mornings and leading a cell group of Thursday nights. His commitment to the Lord and to serving are evident, and he is an example to all.

Those are the kind of partners I pray for. And that is the kind of person I pray to be.