We have had a very busy, but good fall this year. Time has just flown by! Now we are just a few days away from finishing language school at UNAM. In addition to taking Spanish class, I’ve been taking a literature class and a class about the city, which includes outings every weekend. The outings were a great way to learn more about the city. For our first outing we went downtown and saw floats for a parade which displayed a special type of Mexican art. Then we headed to a Mexican market where they sell everything from “magic” potions to live animals. The market was so packed that day, that we couldn’t get into certain parts with the stroller, so the 3 of us had to wait outside while the rest of the group looked around.
For the next outing we went to a “Lucha Libre.” Anyone who has seen the movie “Nacho Libre” will know what that means. It’s basically a scripted “fighting” performance, both humorous and impressive. For the next outing, we went to the dump. People are surprised when I tell them that our teacher took us to the dump. The point of his class is to show people the unusual parts of the city. The Mexican dump would indeed be an anomaly for most. Here it is, in fact, its own colony where people construct their homes inside the dump and make their living by rummaging through and sorting out the trash. We were unable to go into the inner part of the dump, but as we drove by we could see a row of single-room shacks constructed out of whatever could be salvaged from the dump – aluminum, cardboard, plastic. We pulled our van over to the side of the road and climbed up the bank surrounding the dump. Plastic bags were swirling around in a small tornado-like pattern. We could see make-shift shelters of canvas and cardboard, barely big enough for a person to crawl inside to sleep. As we moved in closer, the stench became increasingly more revolting and the flies more abundant. At a stone’s toss away, a mother sat under a canvas, holding her small child. Further away, trucks were dumping their loads. People were sorting the trash. There were huge barrels filled with plastic bottles. In Mexico, the recycling is done at the dump rather than in the homes. Although we didn’t see any, our teacher told us that even children work in the dump sorting the trash. As I took everything in, a deep sadness gripped my heart as I thought about the people who called this repulsive-smelling place “home.” I had a headache the rest of the day. I’m pretty sure it was from the fumes I inhaled for the 15 minutes or so that we were at the dump. I can’t imagine what it must do to the people, including small children, who live there. The next week we went to a lake, the only one remaining of the once enormous lake that used to span this entire city and beyond. Yesterday, for our final outing, we went to Xochimilco and road a boat through the canals to get an idea of what the city used to look like before the Spanish invasion.

This man pushed our boat along using a long pole - it looked like a lot of work. He did this for 4 hours!
In November, Loren had the opportunity to participate in two medical clinics in two distinct areas. The first was just outside of the city in an area called Chimalhuacan. This area is home to over one million people and is very underdeveloped, classified as an urban slum. The following weekend he went on a caravan to the mountains in the state of Guerrero. This is the home of an indigenous group called the Tlapanecos. Though many speak some Spanish, their first (and for some the only) language is Tlapaneco. Loren served in the “clinica del alma” or “clinic of the soul” where he was able to share the Gospel one-on-one with over 25 individuals. We praise the Lord that six of those individuals as well as over 100 others made commitments to accept Jesus as Savior and Lord! Please be in prayer for these new believers as many do not have Bibles and cannot read in Spanish. There is a small evangelical congregation in the community but no pastor. The people in this region live in absolute poverty, many living on less than two dollars a day.
For Thanksgiving this year we were doubly blessed. Instead of one turkey dinner, we got TWO! On Thursday evening we went to the home of some newly acquired friends: Benny and Janice Yu and their two kids Charis and Micah, Heung Ki Youn, and Bobby Shin. They are all missionaries here with New Song church. Among other things, they are in the process of starting a ministry for victims of human trafficking here in Mexico. We were astounded to learn how huge human trafficking is here in Mexico and impressed that they are taking action to stand up against it. We are praying about what we can do to help. To find out more, you can go to http://www.justicenow.tv/mexico.
Our second Thanksgiving feast was on Friday evening with the Munoz family and friends from their church. The Munoz family used to go to the church in Chicago where I was a member before marrying Loren. We met them this summer, and are praying about helping them with a new church plant.

We even got the Thanksgiving story complete with costumes, courtesy of Becky and Antonio Munoz and several of the kids who got dressed up and told the story.
Our last day of class is Thursday, Dec. 3. We will fly up to Chicago on Dec. 5 and from there we will fly to Pennsylvania on Dec. 10 and then Oregon on Dec. 24 and back to Mexico City on Jan. 6. We’re looking forward to the break and the time we will spend with our family and friends. We are also praying about God’s next steps for us as we return to this city so full of need.





























We had a great week and a half with my family in Oregon. These were some of the highlights:








Abby and Jay, who had never been to Mexico City before, got the full effect yesterday when we had to smash into one of the metros during rush hour to come home and then got caught in a deluge, which are very common this time of year during the rainy season. Ruth Ann, who lived here for 3 years was able to give us some helpful tips on living in the city. They all left this morning and we were sad to see them go. We had such a good time with them.
