Return to the Pacific

I'm back.

I didn't realize how much I missed Mexico until the warm breeze swallowed me, the sun a golden torch spilling across Mazatlan. Wow! Those two weeks in the States gave me a fresh perspective! I seriously felt romanced driving into the city. I didn't even mind the rude boys hanging off our car window at a traffic light, trying to get a hook up with some "gringas" (white chics).
And the YWAM base! Like reuniting with the biggest family I've known. I don't care if the toilets still take two minutes to flush, this place is home and it ROCKS!

Right now we're having a camp for the youth groups in the city, so the base is alive with activity. Because of the recent violence and killings due to drug trafficking we want to teach the kids how to wage war. And that's why I bought 4,000 paint balls!! Take some drug lords down!! mwaha!
No. This isn't a physical war, but a spiritual one. Against the greed and darkness that kills a mans soul. But we have authority in Jesus to give God legal permission to move on the earth, cast out evil, bring His Kingdom, and change the hearts of men. (This is why I'm excited for WISE school!!)
So yesterday we climbed an island to intercede for the city. At first I didn't think the local youth would buy it...standing in the hot sun, sweaty and hungry, screaming into the air, casting out evil and declaring purity, peace, righteousness. I had asked God before to really move in their lives in these couple of days, so when we got together to share, WOW yeah, He was speaking to them. With visions, scripture, and words of wisdom. Deep stuff... These kids are open to the Holy Spirit, and if they continue I know God will use them to transform Mazatlan.

And Mexico.

And the nations.