Morning relief, Street Food, and Strange Women

In C. S. Lewis’, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the Beavers are describing the great lion, Aslan, to the children. Mr. Beaver says,

"You’ll
understand when you see
him."
“But
shall we see him?” asked
Susan.

“Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for. I’m to lead you
where you shall meet him,” said Mr.
Beaver.

“Is – is he a man?” asked
Lucy.

“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you
he is the King of the wood and the son of the great
Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts?
Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great
Lion.”

“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I
shall feel rather nervous about meeting a
lion.”

“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone
who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver
than most or else just
silly.”

“Then he isn’t safe?” said
Lucy.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who
said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s
the King I tell you.”

I woke up on Wednesday of last week confident. Confident that no matter what happened, I would be taken care of. Because the Liberator is Good, and He is the King. Jonathan reminded me of this quote in a late night calm down session. God is not Safe. We are to be as Safe as we are called to be. That is what I learned last week.

Jonathan is a perfect example of what it means to trust in the providence of God. Nine months ago, he was living in Saledo Tx. Sold everything he had and moved to the darkest area of Mexico City. No support from any missions board, no traveling around to different church's, raising money. Just pure unadulterated faith. Trusting that if God of this world's eyes are on every sparrow, and He owns the cattle on 1000 hills, then he can take care of His children.

After our morning Starbucks, we head to Mercado de la Merced. A market area in Mexico City. Many vendors setting up shop. Trying to make a living. This market was one of my favorite places. Shoulder to shoulder with masses of people Shopping, talking, sharing the gospel. Well at least the people who spoke Spanish were. I was listening and taking it all in. The beauty of the culture. The people making a living off of almost nothing. Selling shoestrings, clothes, and taco's being cooked out of a shopping cart.

We walked, talked, laughed, joked, shopped, and all the while sharing the Gospel with vendors and other customers alike. All I could do was pray while the people who could communicate actually spoke to them.

Many of the people are receptive of the Bible gifts we offered them. Very few turned them away. God will provide the increase. This I know because, "the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart." *

We walk a few blocks from the Market, and go to a different type of market. Where the vendors are women and the product is themselves. And the consumers are sleezeballs.
These Women don't deserve this, although they have chosen this life, Jesus can free them.
Some say they are Christians, but still feel trapped in the life of a prostitute.
As far as i know the girls we met work for themselves, and are not forced into this,
But in the words of UGK, "whats a hoe with no pimp, and whats a pimp with no hoe"
But we gave them the gospel, looked them in the eye and told them that we weren't there to get what they had to offer.
But we were there to offer what only Jesus can give.
Living Water, if accepted will take away your thirst, and clean the vilest of sinners.

You could spend every day of your life in that market, and never run out of people. The light of the gospel is dim, and fading in Mercado de la Merced. The basket needs to be lifted, and the light beneath revealed to be truth.