Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

Chapter 18 Tijuana, Mexico

W hen I was 9 years old, we had a missionary come speak to our Sunday School class at Oak Cliff Assembly of God Church in Dallas, Texas. I was so moved that day by what I heard from this missionary. have power point presentations. The Sunday School teacher had a flannel board and had colorful images she would stick to the flannel board to illustrate the lesson being taught. This particular Sunday morning I was mesmerized by the stories the missionary shared with our class. She shared about children on dusty roads in a country far, far away from Dallas, Texas. She must have shown us some photographs because I could see children with darker skin than mine who needed Jesus. Many years later, I question whether she showed us photographs or she told the story so eloquently that I can picture their faces in my mind. I really believe that particular day is the day I knew I was called to reach out to children whose skin was darker than my own skin. Although I was still a child, I felt compassion for these children she introduced us to by sharing their story. As the years went on, I didn’t think very much about that day. As I walked further and further away from my Christian upbringing those children were far from my mind. God has a way of bringing you back to what He has called you to do. Our friend, Tina Wesson (now, Tina Stewart) was at her friend Maxine McLean’s home in In those days we didn’t

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