I saw a story on TV about a young man who had been educated in the States, but had moved back to Juarez, Mexico with his wife and son. He wanted to help the youth in the area and “pay it forward”. He was shot by the drug cartel and died. This story stayed on my heart.
My daugter and I discussed how people in the USA sometimes don’t appreciate what they have.
When we went to church a woman spoke about a school called Lydia Patterson Institute in El Paso, Texas. 70% of the students there are from Juarez and 30% are from El Paso. Some of the students spend 3 to 4 hours a day going through dangerous neighborhoods to get to school. Lydia Patterson provides full scholarships for the needy and has a very high graduation rate. 90% of the students get scholarships to Christian colleges and graduate. This lets them escape the destiny of many in Juarez. I KNEW that this was who I was supposed to give the money to. Then the woman speaking told the story of the young man who had been killed by the drug cartel that I had heard about earlier. He had been a graduate of the Lydia Patterson School!
I put the money in the offering plate and felt TOTAL peace! The story about the brave young man had stayed on my heart for a reason and now I got to help! God is amazing!