I guess, as an American white guy living in Tecate, Mexico, I fit some sort of profile of a "missionary". At least the gas station attendant who was pumping my gas assumed so. He asked me if I was a missionary. I said, "Yes". He then asked me if I spoke Spanish. I would hope so since he is speaking to me in Spanish in Mexico (but this is a border town, so there is no guarantee). He started off saying that he got saved in a US prison. He then said he was having problems with his marriage, and he is separated from his wife. What advice would you give? I asked him first if he was attending a church in Tecate. He said he was, so that is good. Faith comes from hearing, hearing the words of Jesus. Romans 10:17. Then I said, 'You need to take responsibility for your sin.' He said he is trying to do that. We continued to talk for a few minutes while five of my kids in the van with me, stopped talking amongst themselves and listened to our conversation. He asked me to please pray for him and his marriage. Jose Luis is his name. I asked him if I could pray right then, so he said yes. So I prayed for this fellow believer, who was asking God for help in restoring his marriage. What a privilege it is to help raise someone up in this moment and know that God is at work in the lives of those around us. May it be a challenge to be more sensitive to God using us where we are, even while filling up the tank at a gas station.
