“Sitting in the back of our pick-up truck, on a metal folding chair, several hundred men, a few women and children, all along the dirty aqueduct which the Tijuana River flows through, seems like a weird place for a worship setting. What, no fancy building? No polished furniture or excellent sound equipment? Nope. Just hungry people, waiting in line for a few oranges, a sandwich and some toiletries. Or at least that’s what they THINK they are waiting for. What they actually GET, is the love of GOD in the handshakes, the prayers & the stuff handed out. And what I hope they REALLY get, is the peace that passes all understanding, as they walk through the atmosphere of worship which flows out of the back of that pick-up truck!”
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