A boat, affectionately called “La Cucaracha,” cuts through Caribbean blue waves on its way to a small island near Cancun. On board, a group of young girls from throughout Cancun rock back and forth. Some carefully peer over the side, keeping their balance on their knees. Others, like Ami, grip their lifejackets dedicated to looking… Read more
On a recent prayer walk with a mission team, a Back2Back case-worker asked a mother living in the Bonfil community how they could pray for her and her family specifically. In unexpected honesty, she shared concern of one of her sons becoming involved in drug use. Bonfil, an urban community in Cancun, is one gripped… Read more
The white-walled classroom holds desks with blue seats and small pieces of wood for note taking. To students who attend everyday, it is simply another room allowing them to further their education. To the children of Del Norte, the bright room with the projection screen whispered of future endeavors, of dreams realized, of a new… Read more
If you would have asked Nazmin a year ago if she was looking forward to graduating, she might have told you it wasn’t happening. You see, just one year ago, Nazmin was struggling to make ends meet in school. She simply didn’t feel the drive to press into her studies and finish well, but she… Read more
Sofia whips down the slide in the Cancun sun and lets her laughter ring through the air as she runs to the open window looking into the kitchen. Glasses of cool, clear, clean water sit on the ledge of the window, beckoning to be consumed; Sofia obliges. As she tips the glass nearly vertical to… Read more
Adrian was placed at Imperio De Amor Children’s Home when he was 10 years old. He got into fights all the time. It was his way of protecting himself and his little brothers. The fights were constant and nothing seemed to calm him down.
Alex stops in his tracks and bursts into tears. Big crocodile tears stream down his cheeks. Emily pulls him onto her lap and holds him as he gently sobs.
Gennie could hear the delighted squeals before Cinthya came in the door. After months of hard work, prayer and tears, it had finally happened. Cinthya threw open the front door of the house and bolted inside to share the good news with her house mother.
Stories shape us. They begin at bedsides and become the movies and novels that line the shelves at our favorite bookstores.
A tired road leads from the highway into Tres Reyes. Storefronts and hollow buildings rest under layers of dust.