Bienvenidos a la escuela IBERO!

            School started officially on January 12, 2009. We had two days of orientation the week before on Thursday and Friday which was a nice ease into our new schedule. Upon arriving at Ibero, I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit taken aback. I had this idea of what a Mexican school would be like and was thoroughly prepared for that. I clearly had no idea what I was getting myself in.

            La Ibero is NOT a typical Mexican school. Firstly, it is a private school. Secondly, it’s about an hour to hour and a half commute from my apartment. Thirdly, the people I go to school with look just as European as people in the States (better dressed though, for college students). Most of the people I go to school with have more money than me. Most of the people I go to school with have seen more of the world than me. Most of the people I go to school with know three languages. This is not what I was expecting.

            La Ibero is known as “muy fresa” meaning very very fancy. People call it the “pretty people school.” So you could say that this is not what I was expecting. I’ll just go ahead and give you a run down of my day:

            I wake up at six o’ clock and get ready to go to school. I’m usually out the door anytime between 6:45 and 7:05. I walk to the metro stop “Balderas” which is about a five minute walk from my apartment and I take the pink line to the furthest west terminal called “Observatorio.” After reaching Observatorio, I get in line for the micro-bus number 5 and take that all the way to my school, Iberoamericana. It’s about a 45 minute ride. So this whole process takes about an hour to and hour and a half. I get to school around 8-8:30. On Monday and Wednesday I go to class from 9-3 (three, two hour classes) and on Tuesday and Thursday I go to class from 9-1 (two, two hour classes). Later in the day I take a free salsa class from 4-6 on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

            Now in all of this chaos, what is my ministry? Well that is a grand question that I’m still searching for the answer. God has graciously showed me some of my sins. I’ve realized that I’m entirely judgmental of people who have excessive amounts of money and could care less about the people who don’t. I realize that I don’t even know how to minister to people like that. I realize that I have no idea of how to explain why they need Jesus when they have “everything” in the world’s standards. It’s confusing but I’m working through it with some amazing people I’ve been privileged to live with down here!

            Please keep us in your prayers. We’ll be expecting to see God move, because we surely can’t. Thank you