In Monclova, Mexico my life was changed by the image of a man that will never leave my mind. Hector, a seventy year old, is a work horse in the house of God. Hector helped build over one hundred churches in Mexico every summer for the past ten years. Despite his age, and his knowledge of English, one thing was evident, everyone loved him and so did the Lord.
             The youth group traveled to Mexico for a mission week of helping build a church. We would wake up at five thirty every morning, and head out to the vans. After we got to the site we would have a quick devotional, and after that we would get started early before the sun came up. Work throughout the whole week included carrying, cutting, and placing rhubarb. Then, after Hector had determined the rhubarb was in the correct places we would tie it. After the rhubarb was completely ready we would begin mixing cement, but once you start mixing you can't stop! Thank the Lord we had a cement mixer and we didn't have to do the Hector shuffle. During my two years in Mexico I watched Hector work and he never stopped through what the local townspeople called a "cool" one hundred and ten degrees. Hector could do anything with a sledge hammer, where most men at the age of seventy can't even pick one up. Whenever he shook your hand with his unusually solid grip, and looked into your eyes, you could feel the presence of God because of what Hector had accomplished through his life.
             The ladies from Monclova made us breakfast and lunch everyday, and in my mind they had "the minimal" to eat. So to serve us is what Christ is all about. When lunch time came around everyone had to wait their turn to make sure the cement buckets kept moving and work didn't stop. Work was normally finished around four thirty every day, but on the day of the mixing we stayed until it was finished around eight. Before we left the worksite we looked at wha...