Wow… where to begin. Mex­ico was an amaz­ing, amaz­ing expe­ri­ence. Every­thing from get­ting up every morn­ing at 5:30 and eat­ing a rather small break­fast half asleep, to min­is­ter­ing to spir­i­tu­ally dead peo­ple and see­ing them become spir­i­tu­ally alive and liv­ing for Christ. Go Mos­sel Bay!

Some high­lights where:

Eat­ing PB&J every­day for lunch (who knew it could taste so good!?)

Sleep­ing in our… Every­body say… BUNGALOWS!

MAG check! Wait! MIG check! No wait, I was right the first time… MAG check!

God bless air-conditioned busses!

news­boys really aren’t com­ing… we are just here as slaves for a week to pack­age CDs for Inpop

Ghetto busses… and the story of the ghetto zebra! (that was amaz­ingly funny for some reason)

“I feel like we are going to a con­cen­tra­tion camp… like the Jew­ish Nuns.”

“I think our tent is melt­ing.” “They were so lying when they said it’s only 75° out!”

“Who’s that guy stand­ing on that moun­tain?” “Jesus… duh.” JESUSS IS ON THE MOUNTAIN!?”

“Good stuff!? Great stuff!”

“We totally just like ripped off like 700 peo­ple.” “Haha, yeah, just like newsboys!”

“I was a lit­tle per­son when I was younger… then I grew up.”

Do we have any world chang­ers? Can I get a “Woot woot!?”

“Flush­ing a toi­let has never felt so good.”

Later all.