6/18/13
I do not speak Spanish. This has become increasingly
problematic, due to the fact that this missions trip is in Mexico. For the past
couple days, I have been traveling with a team of about twenty people,
including two doctors, some pastors, and many general helpers. We are the
branch of IMA that ministers to impoverished Mayan villages outside the Mexican
cities near Cancun. I have served in the past couple days by filling the
prescriptions that the doctors issue to the villagers. Mostly I’ve just been filling
orders for Tylenol, ibuprofen, and anti-parasite drugs. However, my position as
a pharmacist also means that I have to inform the patients about dosages and other
rather important details – in Spanish.
Out of every person who has come through the clinic, there
hasn’t been a single person who has spoken English. It is an extremely humbling
experience to be unable to describe what you’re trying to say or think. God has
very much gifted me with the ability to encourage people. Without the ability
to communicate, I’ve been unable to build relationships with any patients who
come through the clinic. Even if I had the opportunity presented to me, I would
not be able to share the news of the gospel.
As a person interested in future medical missions, this
realization has greatly affected me. Missionary work is never a one-man show.
The church has never been a one-man show either. I will always be at the mercy
of God to provide the money, translators, workers, and organization to be able
to carry his gospel into places outside of my sphere of influence. That being
said, I’ve been working on my Spanish while I’m here and have been able to deal
with most of the questions that are asked. I’m sure that God has slipped in the
gift of interpretation here or there to help expedite the process.
God has me in the correct place at the correct time. The
prayers have been much appreciated. Hopefully soon I’ll be able to write about
the operating room!
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